human
For this, we are people of the mountains, he answered slowly.
gpt
We can walk.
human
Why do you wish to kill that signore?
gpt
What are you saying? he asked, with a short, harsh laugh.
human
What is passing through your head? What have I to do with the Englishman? Nothing. These are follies!
gpt
You take me for a foreigner! You might know better.
human
I do not know what you mean, answered Stefanone, doggedly.
gpt
It is Sunday. I am at leisure. I walk to take a little air. It is my affair. Besides, at this hour, who would follow a man to kill him? It is about to ring midday. There are a thousand people in the street. Those who kill wait at the corners of streets when it is night. You say that I take you for a foreigner. You have taken me for an assassin. At your pleasure. So much the worse for me. An assassin! Only this was wanting. It is better that I go back to Subiaco. At least they know me there. Here in Rome--not even dogs would stay here. Beautiful town! Where one is called assassin for breakfast, without counting one, nor two.