human
and begged me to write her of his condition, and, said the poor fellow,
gpt
If she don't care about sticking to a fellow murdered up like I am, I reckon I'll have to let her off (this with a sigh). Then, with a brighter look,
human
Maybe she'll stick, anyhow. How he watched for the answer to that letter! His restlessness was pitiful to see. I tried to help him by reading to him and by relating to him instances of women who only loved more because the object of their affection had been unfortunate. Among other things, I told him of the noble English girl who wrote to her mangled lover that she still loved and would marry him
gpt
Afterward I felt sorry that I had encouraged him to hope, for it was my misfortune to read to him a very cold letter from his lady-love, who declined to marry
human
She wanted a husband who could support her, and as some man who lived near was
gpt
I've been thinking over that matter, said he,
human
of their defenders, women became