human
It may be, he said, bending down still further to her,
gpt
You hate him?
human
I fear I have but too just cause to hate him.
gpt
As all do! As all! He lives, she went on,
human
and she half turned her head and cast up her eyes at the miserable relic above her. Then she continued:
gpt
Listen. _He_ was no poacher, no thief. But I--I--his wife--was unfortunate enough to fall under the other's notice--he sought me--you understand?--and _he_ --with again the upward glance--