human
My dear friends, would you attribute to some planetary influence a feeling of strangeness that I receive at times, even from the air? I demand of you whether the air does not have an unfamiliar smell to-night?
gpt
It is this great wind, muttered Leonardo,
human
Every place has its smell, was Leonello's contribution.
gpt
It is natural that the Castle of Manzecca should smell differently from the Castle of Foscone.
human
True, she assented, pensively,
gpt
We are provincial, we Manzecca. Like a race apart.
human
All old families, jealous of their integrity, are the same,
gpt
Or maybe, mused Fiammetta,
human
Oh, lovely and terrible prodigy! I thought,
gpt
Dearest one, do not pain me by mentioning that illness of yours. Do not pain yourself by dwelling on it in your mind. The past with all its misfortunes is gone forever. Let us live in the present and contemplate a future full of bliss.
human
I should not care to forget the past. It contained too much happiness. The hours at twilight, when I waited on the platform of the Castle of Foscone, and you clambered up the wall, are not for oblivion! Do you remember, Antonio, how you once brought with you a bunch of little damask roses, which you tossed up to me while clinging to the masonry? Those roses became my treasure. The sweetest one of them I locked in a tiny silver box which I kept always by me. That box came with me from the Castle of Foscone. The key is lost; but you shall open it with your dagger, and learn how I have cherished an emblem of that past which you ask me to forget.