human
Coward! Fiend! Coward!
gpt
Coward, eh! Call me names, will you? We'll see after to-night. Marta, wash her impudent face; comb her hair; for heaven's sake do something! They'll think she is no more than a beggar, and they are sick of beggars. We found that out at Amalfi, where the whole town begs.