human
He struck me, she murmured.
gpt
It hurt me so! They tried to make out her words, so jumbled at first, then clearer and louder, till she fairly screamed:
human
Guiseppe, how dare you strike me? Marta, hold him. I hate him! I wish he were dead--I do, for I hate him!
gpt
See how flushed her face is! she whispered.
human
Her pulse is too quick; she is feverish, poor child,
gpt
She is my charge and I'll stay with her,
human
Scenery! she exclaimed as she took Pappina's hand in hers.
gpt
There is nothing so beautiful as this child. I am almost hoping no one will claim her when we land at Naples, for I need her. Her eyes are like my Harold's, so--