human
Go, buy bread, he said.
gpt
Get something. I am starving. Go.
human
Bread--with these! They will not buy enough for one. And we are so hungry, she and I. See, the child weeps for hunger. Have you no more?
gpt
Not a coin. Have you?
human
Alas! God, He knows! Nothing. And we are dying of hunger.
gpt
How is it you are not at work, earning something?
human
They will trust me no more. They fear I shall sell the goods confided to me. Who entrusts velvets, or silk, or laces to such as I, or lets such as I enter their shops to work there?
gpt
What is to be done, then?
human
Die, the woman said.
gpt
There is nought else to do.
human
Bah! In Paris! Imbecile! In Paris, full of wealth and food! Stay here till I return.