human
Boys, he said hoarsely,
gpt
--he laid his hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, a mere trembling breath of a whisper,--
human
Go, lads, Uncle Seth cried;
gpt
He rested a shaking hand on my arm as Abe turned away.
human
My poor, poor boy! he murmured.
gpt
I've meant to do so well by you, Joey! Heaven keep us all!
human
But you?
gpt
I'm going, if I can, to bring Neil Gleazen back before it is too late,