human
What a beautiful, strange child,
gpt
H—m! child!
human
She promised herself to both last night.
gpt
Beatrice, I asked,
human
No, Signore,
gpt
What has become of Anselmo?
human
He is 'ere. 'E is our helper.
gpt
And Giuseppe?
human
Dese are your seats, she said, pausing at the third row of settees.
gpt
Now I begga to pardon, I must go to my father.
human
But you'll come back, won't you, Beatrice? I asked.
gpt
We have forgotten some of our Italian, and we need you to interpret for us—just as you used to interpret for me.
human
Yes, Signore,
gpt
I'm glad she's gone, said Deborah.
human
She made me feel uncanny.
gpt
Nonsense, I laughed.
human
She's only a queer little girl. Look at Pietro's paintings; they are more wholesome.