human
I had heard much of what you have been through, she began, slowly, her voice soft and vibrant with deep sympathy, in her eyes that same steady glow.
gpt
The rangers reported to headquarters, and headquarters reported to Daddy. They told of the running fight, Stephen, and how--how you were hurt. And they told of the renegades, and their descent upon your camp, and of Pat's disappearance. And they told of the way you mounted another horse, hurt and sick though you were, and rode off in pursuit. But from there they knew nothing more. But they had spoken of the cavalry, and I wrote to Fort Wingate, inquiring, and they told me what they knew--that you had joined them and ridden with them through that dreadful fight, though they had tried to keep you out of it on account of your condition, and that afterward you had gone off with some cowboys--they didn't know to what ranch. So I looked up every brand in that section, Stephen, she went on, her voice beginning to break.
human
And I wrote to every place that might by any possible chance know something. But nobody knew. And--and--there I--I was stopped. You had been swallowed up in that desert, and I--I knew you must be ill--and I realized that I--I had sent you into it all. She sobbed and leaned her head against him.
gpt
I couldn't do anything, Stephen. I was helpless. All I have been able to do at any time, Stephen, was to--to sit at a window and wait--wait to hear from you--wait for your return--and hope, hope day in and day out that--that you were safe. I--I have--have suffered, Stephen, she concluded, sobbing wretchedly now.
human
I have suffered--suffered so much!