human
Pray! Pray! said she.
gpt
It is the Feast of the Dead! These lights are the souls of men. Pray for my sons!
human
Separate them! Separate them!
gpt
Do you see the light in the tower? That is my son Basilio, ringing the bells. Do you see that other in the manse? That is my son Crispin; but I cannot go to them, because the curate is ill, and his money is lost. I carried the curate fruit from my garden. My garden was full of flowers, and I had two sons. I had a garden, I tended my flowers, and I had two sons.
human
I had a garden and flowers. I had two sons, a garden and flowers.
gpt
What have you done for that poor woman?
human
Nothing yet, he replied, somewhat confused.
gpt
But don't be troubled; the curate has promised to aid me.
human
Where are you taking her? What has she done?
gpt
What has she done? Didn't you hear the noise she made?