human
My child, my child! he cried, in piercing accents;
gpt
No one heeded him, for hundreds were uttering the same cries. At a short distance, a woman followed him, with loud shrieks.
human
My mistress, my young mistress! has any one seen her? Where have they hid her? where, where?
gpt
That is the fidalgo Goncalo Christovao. I know him, the father of Donna Clara; and that old woman is her nurse. Depend upon it, senhor, they are in search of the young lady. Alas, alas! I fear that it will be as hopeless as that for my master; but, with your leave, senhor, we will follow them; for I know that if Don Luis was alive, he would be searching for her also.
human
Alas, senhor, we are the only survivors of the two hundred inhabitants of the convent; the rest lie buried beneath yon shattered walls!