human
My son, the monk said, gazing at the stranger while thinking, perhaps, how good it was to see one so strong and healthy-looking amidst all the surrounding disease.
gpt
My son, is it you for whom he waits? But now, ten minutes past, he was sensible and averred he could not die until he saw him for whom he looked. Knowing him to be here, in Marseilles. Is it you?
human
It is I, holy father, Walter answered.
gpt
Yet, how should he know me? Let me come nearer and observe him.