human
For Heaven's sake, don't go! In such matters one is always certain to lose, while there is nothing to be gained. His father spoke to like purpose,
gpt
Pray, my son, don't go! But the lad, without heeding any one, ran down the stairs. Reaching the Banchi, where the great scrimmage was, and seeing Bertino lifted from the ground, he ran towards home, and met my brother Cecchino on the way, who asked what was the matter. Though some of the bystanders signed to Giovanni not to tell Cecchino, he cried out like a madman how it was that Bertino Aldobrandi had been killed by the guard. My poor brother gave vent to a bellow which might have been heard ten miles away. Then he turned to Giovanni:
human
Ah me! but could you tell me which of those men killed him for me?