human
Art thou sure thou wilt come back to me, my sweetest child? cried the old man;
gpt
And I have lost him too; I am sure I have lost him. He cried bitterly in his solitude,
human
These eyes will never rest upon his dear face again. While thus lamenting, he saw an old wayfaring man leaning upon his crutch, and trying, at great hazard, to make his way down the mountain. A precipice yawned beneath him; and Eckart, aware of his danger, went and took him by the hand.
gpt
Whither are you going?