human
Maharaj!--Moro! said a female voice in a low whisper, as he passed between the pillars of the temple,
gpt
Why art thou so late here, Gunga? he said hastily.
human
Begone!
gpt
I feared you were angry with me, said the girl, putting her hand on his arm.
human
You would not look at me as I danced, only at her. I could not go till I had spoken with you. Ah, you are not angry with me? Lo! I will do your bidding, though my heart break and I die. Sit here, beloved, and speak to me; come,
gpt
Thou art one of the devils that are pulling me into hell!
human
Hath it come to this? she said bitterly;