human
I knew that your daughter was mad, said I.
gpt
Don Christoval introduced me into her cabin, hoping, I know not what, from my visit. It was not long after, that, being in the quarters which I then occupied yonder, said I, pointing,
human
I heard a terrible cry, and opening that door there I witnessed Don Christoval in the act of falling and expiring, stabbed to the heart by your daughter, who stood just within her cabin--that one there--grasping a large knife she had managed to get possession of.