human
Nay, Eloisà--that strange craft, hiding back of the great rock on the coast--without lights or colors--why was it anchored there, in sight of the signal-fire, instead of in the port where it had been safer?
gpt
Thou wilt have it a beacon-fire, Eloisà interposed again;
human
So, my pretty friends! she answered with a silvery laugh,
gpt
I make exception of the Dama Margherita, to whom Her Majesty is honey-sweet! she added, as her glance rested on Eloisà; and growing hot as she dwelt upon the thought, she went on--