human
And why not, Martino? she questioned in soft, wheedling fashion.
gpt
Am I so hateful to you yet? Wherefore go?
human
Because I had rather lie in my fetters out yonder at the mercy o' wind and wave!
gpt
Go then! cried she, striking me in her fury.
human
Keep your chains--aye, I will give ye to the mercy of this rabble crew ... leave me!