human
So it is written, and my father signs and seals, but whether it was written for him or by him, I cannot tell. At any rate he has made his signature with the flourish which none can mistake, and an order is an order. What say you, Aügoos Cawdori? Must I obey, and become the chief wife of this coffee-coloured fellah, no Arab of my father's race, say the Egyptians what they will?
gpt
Tell me, she said, with a pitiful little gesture of appeal,
human
(she showed a dainty pair of golden scissors, with which the high born of her people sometimes open their arteries in a bath)