human
I have not done no wrong; it ben't my fault,--and 't is that which kills me!
gpt
You have not done wrong? Then, said the philosopher, drawing out his pocket-handkerchief with great composure, and spreading it on the ground,--
human
I have a right to your confidence, my child, for I have been afflicted in my day; yet I too say with thee, 'I have not done wrong.' /Cospetto/! (and here the doctor seated himself deliberately, resting one arm on the side column of the stocks, in familiar contact with the captive's shoulder, while his eye wandered over the lovely scene around)--