human
Art afraid? whispered the man. And the boy whispered back,
gpt
It is he that I hate, and all his kind. His child-heart beat violently against his side, great beads stood out upon his forehead, and his hands trembled.
human
If you but knew the sorrow in the villages! Aye, in the whole country--because of him! He takes the bread from the mouths of the pitiful poor--and we are all so poor! The women and babes starve, but the taxes must be paid. Upon the aged and the crippled, even, fall heavy burdens. And all because of him and his kind!
gpt
Why, see now, he whispered,