human
May evil light on that hard-skulled sailor who took it into his head that there must be a new world, and never stopped till he ran against it, said the woman.
gpt
Had not the king already cities enough in this? What good has it done? Taken our sons off there, and sent us the epidemic. Do say, Andres, and don't sit sleeping there like a mole, if it has been of any other use.
human
Yes, wife, yes, answered the innkeeper, half' opening his eyes,
gpt
Plague take the silver!
human
And the tobacco,
gpt
A curse upon the tobacco! said the wife angrily.
human
Do you think, you unfeeling father, that the silver or the tobacco are worth the lives they cost and the tears? Son of my soul! God knows what will become of him in that land where they kill men like chinches, and where everything is venomous, even the air!
gpt
The captain!