human
Der-don't take it to heart, my boy, said Mr. Hardwick.
gpt
I am very h-happy.
human
I am glad that the boys won't lose the shop, said Mark.
gpt
I see you are looking out to the chimney.
human
Yer-yes, it was thoughtful of Mr. Kinloch, and a special Pr-Providence that the will was found.
gpt
You know he mentioned his claim against me, said Mark;
human
It is an old story,--old as the dried f-flowers that Mildred told me of,--but it had a f-fragrance once. Yer-your mother, Mark, was as per-pretty a girl as you'd often see. Walter Kinloch ler-loved her, and she him. He sailed to the Indies, an' some der-diff'culty happened, so that the letters stopped. I d-don't know how 'twas. But arter a while sh-she married your father. Mr. Kinloch, he m-married, too; but I guess he nun-never forgot the girl of his choice.
gpt
The lock of hair and the rose were your mother's, then! she whispered.
human
Dear father! faithful, even in death, to his friends, and to the memory of his first love! How much suffering and crime would have been prevented, if he could only have uttered the words which his heart prompted!
gpt
God forgive the woman!