human
What is really the time, Blanche? Did you look at the turret-clock? Well, just go and look again.
gpt
Kitty, quoth my father,
human
They are all wrong, I know, said my mother, with mild firmness;
gpt
Now out comes a letter, for I hear the rustle, and then a step glides towards the lamp, and the dear, gentle, womanly face--fair still, fair ever for me, fair as when it bent over my pillow in childhood's first sickness, or when we threw flowers at each other on the lawn at sunny noon! And now Blanche is whispering; and now the flutter, the start, the cry,--
human
It is true! it is true! Your arms, mother. Close, close round my necks as in the old time. Father! Roland too! Oh, joy! joy! joy! home again,--home till death!