human
My good ladies, said he,
gpt
You! you have our eye! And who are you? screamed the Three Gray Women, all in a breath; for they were terribly frightened, of course, at hearing a strange voice, and discovering that their eyesight had got into the hands of they could not guess whom.
human
Oh, what shall we do, sisters? what shall we do? We are all in the dark! Give us our eye! Give us our one, precious, solitary eye! You have two of your own! Give us our eye!
gpt
Tell them, whispered Quicksilver to Perseus,
human
My dear, good, admirable old ladies, said Perseus, addressing the Gray Women,
gpt
The Nymphs! Goodness me! sisters, what Nymphs does he mean? screamed Scarecrow.
human
There are a great many Nymphs, people say; some that go a-hunting in the woods, and some that live inside of trees, and some that have a comfortable home in fountains of water. We know nothing at all about them. We are three unfortunate old souls, that go wandering about in the dusk, and never had but one eye amongst us, and that one you have stolen away. Oh, give it back, good stranger!--whoever you are, give it back!