human
I could not find either your things or Mimi's maid all this time, he excuses himself for his long delay.
gpt
I hope this belongs to you,
human
That belongs to my sister-in-law, she cries;
gpt
Yes, truly, says he, holding the shawl to his face;
human
I feel the storm approach, she murmurs, tonelessly.
gpt
Let us go to the house.
human
Who knows whether he would even say 'poor Garzin' if I should die?