human
Is not the recollection of your visit pleasant?
gpt
Ah! forgive me, m'sieur, he exclaimed quickly;
human
I can never hear your tongue, or think of London, without becoming _triste_. I associate with your great gloomy city the saddest days of my life. Had I not gone to London, I should never have been here, leading the wild semi-barbarous life in an Arab regiment of the Army of Africa. We of the Spahis have a saying, `_N'eveillez pas le chat qui dort_'--but sometimes--
gpt
It is a good adage, but we cannot always let our sorrows lie,