human
He said I was no better than his puppets. I hate him! she muttered to herself as she trudged along in the growing dusk.
gpt
That franc was mine; that fine gentleman gave it to me. I wish I hadn't given it to Guiseppe. It was mine. If any one gives me money again I'll keep it for myself. I'll hide it away for Marta and me. Guiseppe may starve--I shan't care. I hate him.