human
Oh, Gionetta, he is here again! I have seen him again! And again, he alone of the whole theatre withholds from me his applause. He scarcely seems to notice me; his indifference mortifies me to the soul,--I could weep for rage and sorrow.
gpt
Which is he, my darling? said the old woman, with fondness in her voice.
human
He must be dull,--not worth thy thoughts.