human
Dead! dead! said, Mrs. Wentworth, swaying her body to and fro.
gpt
My angel child dead! Oh, God! ' she continued, passing her hand across her brow.
human
That I should live to see this day, that this hour of bereavement should ever be known to me. Oh! that this should be the result of my sufferings, that this should be the only reward of my toils and prayers.