human
And yet, said I at last, speaking my thoughts aloud,
gpt
I have seen her foully dabbled with a dead man's blood!
human
And why for not? Jehovah doth not always strike vile rogues dead, wherefore He hath given some women strength to do it for Him. And who are you to judge her; she was innocent once--a pearl before swine and if they--spattered her wi' their mud, they never trampled her i' their mire! She hath been at no man's bidding, and fearing no man, hath ruled all men, outdoing 'em word and deed--aha, two rogues have I seen her slay in duello. Howbeit, she is as God made her, and 'tis God only shall judge His own handiwork; she is one wi' the stars, the winds that go about the earth, blowing how they list, and these great waters that slumber or rage in dreadful tempest--she and they and we are all of God. So treat her a little kind, Martin, love or no--'tis little enough o' kindness she has known all her days; use her a little kinder, for 'tis in my mind you'll not regret it in after days! And talking o' tempest, I like not the look o' the sky--take you the tiller whiles I shorten sail and heed not to disturb Joanna.
gpt
And so, said I, when he had shortened sail and was seated beside me again,
human
Aye, did he!
gpt
And knew you were hid in the boat?