human
Ah, my good Matteo, he would say, as he came in with that nonchalant ease in his gait and that devilish glitter in his eye which made Matteo at once envy and adore him.
gpt
Matteo of the left hand, how goes the other to-day? Have you had dreams of the beautiful lady you saw--or imagined you saw--at the house on the hill?
human
It was no dream, Master, said the Gaucher,
gpt
I saw her. She had brown hair, a wilderness of it, and her lips were redder than the grenadine flower.
human
The house was a rich one?
gpt
Wonderfully rich. I did not see much of it myself, being only on the ground floor with the servants, but I have four comrades who saw the bags of golden coins heaped up like corn sacks against the wall, and the master is an old man, very wise and learned, who speaks my speech only with a southern accent. He dips his hands into the gold and draws out the Napoleons, jingling and glittering. They run over his palms, set close together like a cup, and slip through his fingers upon the floor, where they lie, for it is not worth while among so much to pick them up. The sweeper has them for his pains in stooping. It is true Master, as God is in heaven. My comrades saw all this and swore on the bones of the blessed Saint Catherine of Siena, whose servant I am, that they spoke no lie.