human
For the love of Heaven, conceal yourself, exclaimed Margarida, jumping up and seizing a bunch of flowers, with which she had wisely provided herself previously to coming into the garden.
gpt
They will see you, if you attempt to reach the window. Down behind the summer-house. 'Tis the young Marquis and some visitors. I must away. And she tripped along the walk towards the house.
human
Who goes there?
gpt
I have been gathering flowers, Senhor Duque--see, here they are,
human
Gathering flowers at this time of night, indeed! Say rather, looking for a lover, senhora, exclaimed the voice;