human
Good-bye, Madame; and when I come again, in the spring, I shall expect to find the bell mended.
gpt
Parfaitement, Monsieur; Ha! ha! ha! and her gossip friend, across the road, joins in the chorus,
human
Ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha!
gpt
The Mount.
human
O divine race of heavenly Ιχθυς, receive with a heart full of respect life immortal among the mortals. Renew thy soul's youth, O my friend! in the divine waters, by the eternal waves of wisdom that flow from the true riches. Receive the delicious food of the Saviour of saints. Take, eat and drink, thou holdest Ιχθυς in thy hands. Ιχθυς grant me this grace, ardently I desire it, Master and Saviour; may my mother rest in peace, I conjure thee, light of the dead. Aschandeus, my father, thou whom I cherish, with my tender mother and all my relations in the peace of Ιχθυς. remember thy Pectorius.