human
Eye for eye, Martino, said she, nodding.
gpt
Tooth for tooth, blood for blood: 'tis a good law and just, yes! How say you, Señor Don Federigo; you agree--no?
human
And your health improves, Señor, I hope--yes?
gpt
The Señorita is vastly gracious! Thanks to Don Martino I mend apace. Oh, yes, and shall soon be strong enough to die decorously, I trust, and in such fashion as the Señorita shall choose.
human
Aha, Señor, said she, with flash of white teeth,
gpt
I shook my head.
human
Fool, said she,
gpt
I mean not to shoot you, and as for Don Federigo, since death is but his due, a bullet were kinder--so charge now these my pistols.
human
I have no powder,
gpt
Liar!
human
I cast it into the sea lest I be tempted to shoot you.
gpt
Oh, Englishman! cried she.
human
Oh, sluggard soul--how like, how very like thee, Martino!