human
You fool! You dog! And to-day is fete day. You're in league with the little imp against me.
gpt
Oh, Guiseppe--
human
Don't speak to me! I humored you, and what do I get in return? You rob me of my living. Thief! Snake! In his anger he kicked over the Punchinello box.
gpt
And I've only these poor puppets left,
human
Guiseppe, have pity! Marta begged, shrinking as far away from him as she could.
gpt
The crowd may be great, but we shall find her. I will rest neither night nor day till we have found Pappina.