human
But these are sins!
gpt
And what does it matter? asked the girl.
human
Does he go to confession? So what does it matter? He keeps the account himself, of his sins. I should not like to have them on my shoulders. But as for Sister Maria Addolorata--oh, she! I told you that she sinned in her throat. Well, the sin is ready, now. What is she waiting for? For the abbess to die? Or for Sor Tommaso to get well? Then she will not see the Signor Englishman any more. It would be better for her. When she does not see him any more, she will knead her pillow with tears, and make her bread of it, to bite and eat. Good appetite, Sister Maria!
gpt
You talk, you talk, and you conclude nothing, observed Sora Nanna.
human
You have certain thoughts in your head! And you do not let the Signore say even a word.
gpt
What can he say? He will say that it is not true. But then, who will believe him? I should like to see them a little together. I am sure that she shows him her face, and that it is 'Signor Doctor' here, and 'Dear Signor Doctor' there, and a thousand gentlenesses. Tell the truth, Signore. She shows you her face.
human
No, said Dalrymple, who had regained his self-possession.
gpt
She never shows me her face.
human
What a shame for a Carmelite nun to show her face to a man!
gpt
But I tell you she is always veiled to her chin,
human
Eh! It is you who say so! retorted Annetta.
gpt
But then, what can it matter to me? Make love with a nun, if it goes, Signore. Youth is a flower--when it is withered, it is hay, and the beasts eat it.
human
This is true, said Sora Nanna, returning to her knitting.
gpt
But do not pay attention to her, Signore. She is stupid. She does not know what she says. Eat, drink, and manage your own affairs. It is better. What can a child understand? It is like a little dog that sees and barks, without understanding. But you are a much instructed man and have been round the whole world. Therefore you know many things. It seems natural.