human
Friend, said he, his grim features relaxing to unwonted smile.
gpt
Brother, you are a man--the only man could ha' done it. I thought Death had her sure last night, she all of a fever and crying out for Death to take her.
human
She'll do better out in the air!
gpt
The air, comrade?
human
Aye, I must contrive her a shelter of sorts to her comfort where she may sleep. 'Neath yonder tree should serve--
gpt
She'll live, Martino, she'll live and all by reason o' her love for you--the promise you made her--
human
I made no promise, man!
gpt
Why, 'twas good as promise, comrade.
human
How so?
gpt
God forgive you! quoth I.
human
Why, as to that, comrade, how if Joanna think as I think?