human
I come as a friend, as a brother, I said.
gpt
You have been ill, Annunciata! Then she told me of her illness, four years back, which robbed her of her youth, her voice, her money, her friends. She implored me, with a pitiful voice, to leave her. I could not speak. I pressed her hand to my lips, stammered,
human
I come--I come again!