human
We shall have the whole castle built up as it used to be, one of these days, I suspect, signora, she observed, as she was assisting Nina to dress.
gpt
It would be difficult, though, to arrange a more handsome room than this.
human
No, Mila, scarcely could anything be more beautiful than this. But why should you say so?
gpt
Why, signora, I was comparing it with a room I have seen elsewhere, which is also very magnificent,
human
You have seen! Why, you have never been off this island,
gpt
That is true, signora, said the Greek girl;
human
I was not aware that any other part of the castle was inhabited, except the tower and the house close to it,
gpt
There you are mistaken, signora. The other old tower to the east of this, has had a room lately fitted up, very much like this, and there lives there a good-natured, lively girl, who tells me--for we manage to talk very well together--that she was born in an island like this, only larger. I like her very much, though she is not at all pretty; but she has a mistress, a young lady, who also lives in the tower, who is a complete angel--so fair, and kind, and beautiful, though she does not speak much, as she does not understand a word of Romaic; but I loved her the moment I saw her, and I am sure you would do so also, signora, were you to see her.
human
A lady! young, and fair, and beautiful, repeated the Italian girl, a feeling gushing into her bosom which was very far from being allied to love.
gpt
Who is she? how long has she been here? what is she like?
human
As to who she is, signora, all I know is, that they say she belongs to a people who have big ships, and have never been slaves to the Turks; then she has been here ever since our chief came back; for he brought her in his vessel with Signor Paolo, your brother, who knows more about her than I do; and I suspect, loves her also not a little. And with regard to what she is like--she is not so tall as you are, signora; but her skin is as clear as yours, and fair as the foam blown across the ocean in a winter's storm, with some of the hue stolen from the rose on her cheeks; and her eyes--so soft they are, and of the same tint as the brightest spot in the cloudless sky above our heads.