human
For my soul! There is the ver' bad hoorican' a-comin', and the child so heedless. But the signs, the omens! This same day I did fall asleep at the knitting and waked a-smother. True, 'twas Meroude, the cat, crouched on my breast; yet what sent her save for a warning?
gpt
No, no, not so. Death lurks in a broken glass; or, at the best, must follow seven full years of bad luck and sorrow.
human
Silly Angelique! When there is no such thing as luck but all is of the will of God.