human
Ah, my hand! you hurt my hand! she said.
gpt
You don't know how you squeezed it, you are so strong. You don't know the quantity of force you put out!
human
Pardon--a thousand pardons, Signora! I am such a clumsy clown! Have I really hurt you, Bianca?
gpt
Not to the death, Signor, she said, with a charming smile, and holding up to him the injured member, shaking it as she let it dangle from the slender wrist.
human
But see! it is really all blushing red from the ardour of your hand's embrace!
gpt
Poor little hand!--indeed, it is! said the Marchese, taking it gently and tenderly between both of his; then, suddenly throwing himself on his knees by the side of the sofa, while he still held it, he said,
human
And how can the great cruel hand that did the harm make fit amends?
gpt
Ah, Signor Marchese, it might find the way to do that, if it were so disposed. It would not be so far to seek. But you are seeking in the wrong direction, she continued, drawing herself back from him on the sofa, as he, leaning forward against it, had brought himself so near to her, that the back of the hand in which he held hers touched her waist.
human
You are seeking amiss. It is not so that any remedy can be found; and--pray rise, Signor, and take your usual chair. This must not be,--I am sure you would not willingly give me pain, Marchese, and you are paining me. Pray leave the sofa.