human
Father, that horseman is not following the cortège, said the girl, blushing and hiding her head behind Vulfrand's shoulder.
gpt
Let us go in, she added,
human
I have seen enough.
gpt
What is the matter, ma belle, are you feeling ill?
human
No, but that lord's stare has tired me.
gpt
And reddened you, too, little angel of Paradise! But in with you! though there's small harm in being seen; even when one is as pretty as you. He kissed her forehead, smiling, and together they went in. They told the mother what had chanced.
human
His eyes, said Bertille,
gpt
Allons! said Vulfrand,
human
Good night, my Bertille; sleep well, and above all, forget the eye of that serpent.
gpt
If only you were there, to put your foot on his head,
human
Oh! you are no big girl, are you?--no more than the little bird was a big bird. Go to bed; sleep, dream of him, and crush him under your own heel.