human
Exactly, little man, he said;
gpt
Who will be the woman, Medallion?
human
I've got one in my eye--the very right one for our Avocat; not here, not out of Pontiac, but from St. Jean in the hills--fulfilling your verses, gentle apothecary. She must bring what is fresh--he must feel that the hills have come to him, she that the valley is hers for the first time. A new world for them both. Ha!
gpt
Regardez Ca! you are a great man,