human
What am I saying? The truth. Ask rather of the Signore whether it is not true.
gpt
It is silly,
human
Look at him, mother! laughed the girl.
gpt
He is red, red--he seems to me a boiled shrimp. Eh, this time I have guessed it! And as for Sister Maria Addolorata, she no longer sees with her eyes! To-day, when you were carrying in the baskets, you and the other women who went with us, I asked her whether the abbess was satisfied with the new doctor, and she answered that he was a very wise man, much wiser than Sor Tommaso. So I told her that it was a pity, because Sor Tommaso was getting well and would not allow the English doctor to come instead of him much longer. Then she looked at me. By Bacchus, I was afraid. Certain eyes! Not even a cat when you take away her kittens! A little more and she would have eaten me. And then her face made itself of marble--like that face of a woman that is built into the fountain in the piazza. Arch-priest! What a face!