human
Do you want anything, lady? he said.
gpt
Go to sleep; it will rest you.
human
To Rutunjun first, he had said,
gpt
From that worse than death he saved me, she thought, with a shudder.
human
Fazil saved me--Fazil, son of Afzool--else I were helpless with Moro now. And they were dead--her people, all dead? Yes, the detail Fazil had related was brief and circumstantial. The Bhópeys would not lie--why should they? They were weeping, and had taken him up dead. Her father, a negro had killed him, they said. She felt no hope could come out of this detail. They had lifted him up and put him.... No, she could not follow that. That beloved father, dead--disfigured with ghastly wounds!--mother, whom Jánoo had seen dead, and Radha ... all? He had said so. How could he--Fazil--know of Jánoo, or the Bhópeys, her father's dependants, so as to deceive her with names?