human
It is mine, said Gunga, picking it up, and clasping it about her waist.
gpt
He gave it me, ask him; and she pointed to the Brahmun;
human
she continued, addressing the Khan;
gpt
I am only a poor Moorlee of the temple; you do not need me.
human
Surely, said the Khan,
gpt
Is he, too, dead? asked Pahar Singh, turning to Lukshmun.
human
They were twins, ye see, sirs, he said to the bystanders,