human
Guiseppe! Gui--oh! I hate him! I hate him more than I did last night! The memory of how he had treated her the day before came over her like a flood.
gpt
It is fete day at Cava; he said so. All I earn is mine, and when I sing the Garibaldi I shall have my tambourine full of money. Oh, how glad I am! Then I can go home.