human
Do not give way so, sir. Poor fellow, you are indeed to be pitied, away from your home, away from your own land. They sent me off to London on messages--to get me out of the way--for some things for Miss Villiers, as then was.
gpt
Don't remind me. God help me. Swear, woman, swear! he said excitedly,
human
For heaven's sake try to calm yourself; they have heard you, they come; not a sound; they will turn me out, and you will have only them. I conjure you, curb yourself; not a sound.