human
I have got used to living here, I have made myself at home here, I have eaten bread here, and here I wish to die, Ivan said to me--and there was no grin on his face now; on the contrary, he seemed turned into stone....
gpt
But now I must go to that malefactor.... Am I a dog that I am to be driven from one kennel to another with a slip-noose round my neck--and a 'take that'? Save me, master; entreat your uncle,--remember how I have always amused you.... Or something bad will surely come of it; the matter will not pass off without sin.
human
Without what sin, Iván?
gpt
Why, I will kill that gentleman.--When I arrive I shall say to him: 'Let me go back, master; otherwise, look out, beware.... I will kill you.'