human
O Joyce, my friend, my sister! my one treasure left to me from long ago! We shall never kiss again till--
gpt
Maybe, dear heart--maybe not. Neither thou nor I can know the purposes of God. If so, farewell till the Golden City!--and if thou win in afore me at the pearly portals, give them all my true love, and say I shall soon be at home.
human
Farewell, love! There is none to call me Lettice but thee, left now.
gpt
Nay, sweet heart, not so. `I have called thee by thy name.' There will be One left to call thee `Lettice,' until He summon thee by that familiar name to enter the Holy City.
human
now known as Whitehall, emerging upon