human
How is she? she inquired eagerly.
gpt
Still unconscious? Take me to her. All night I have thought and dreamed of her. Her eyes have haunted me even in my sleep. Take me to her.
human
No one? Oh, joy! Perhaps I may have her for my own.
gpt
she said.
human
It is now quite certain she will have a run of fever.
gpt
The tambourine will make no music. It is broken. I cannot sing or dance now, Guiseppe, for my head hurts and the sun is so hot.