human
But you won't leave us now, will you? said little Ivanka pitifully, getting on my knee and nestling on my breast;
gpt
Which do you fear most, dear? said I, smoothing her hair--
human
I don't know she said, after a thoughtful pause.
gpt
Father says the Turks are far, far worst; but mother and I fear them both; they are so fierce--so _very_ fierce. I think they would have killed us if father had been away.