human
said the women, and one and all turned to Arasmon, and told him with tears of their gratitude, and asked him what they could do for him, or what they could give him in token of their thankfulness; but Arasmon shook his head and said,
gpt
You can do nothing for me, unless you can tell me where to seek my wife Chrysea. It is to find her I am wandering;
human
Arasmon! Arasmon! listen to me. It is I, Chrysea;