human
May earth fall on thee, dog! cried the girl, struggling with him,
gpt
Not so, he said,
human
I know thee, Gunga. My lord, she is one of the Moorlees of the Mother up yonder; and are not all women taken in war slaves?
gpt
Peace, cried Fazil;
human
he continued, as Lukshmun finished his careful binding up of Moro Trimmul;
gpt
Master, replied the man, wagging his head,
human
My lord, said Gopal Singh, interrupting,
gpt
A good thought, friend,
human
It is no use, said Gunga,