human
Before Jost left, the pastor from Lindhof went to see him several times; but the reverend gentleman kept as quiet as a mouse, and, as he was already very old, he soon departed this life, and everything that he knew was buried with him. So no living being knows anything about the strange maiden, nor ever will know till the day of judgment.
gpt
Oh, never trouble yourself to keep the matter quiet, Sabina, called the forester to her from the table, as he shook the ashes out of his pipe.
human
Elsie had better get used as soon as possible to the terrible conclusions to your stories. Tell her at once—for you know all about it—how the beautiful maiden one fine day flew up the chimney and away upon a broomstick.
gpt
No, I don’t believe that, sir, although I know——
human
That the whole country is swarming with such creatures, all ripe for the gallows, interrupted her master.
gpt
Yes, yes, he continued, turning to the others,
human
Sabina is one of the old Thuringian stock. She has sense enough, and her heart is in the right place; but when there is any question about witchcraft she loses one and forgets the other, and is nearly ready to turn any poor old woman away from the door, just because she has red eyes, without giving her a morsel of food.
gpt
No, indeed, sir, I’m not quite so bad as that, the old woman declared with some irritation.
human
I give her something to eat; but I always stick my thumbs in the palms of my hands, and never answer one of her questions,—there’s no harm in that!