human
Ah! at least, thought the young lady,
gpt
Have you a mother, my dear?
human
No, my lady, I have neither father nor mother.
gpt
Who takes care of you?
human
No one, my lady. They give me nosegays to sell, and I must bring home money--or they beat me.
gpt
Poor little thing!
human
A sou, my good lady--a sou, for the love of heaven!
gpt
My dear count, said Adrienne, smiling, and addressing M. de Montbron,
human
What! said the count, in surprise.
gpt
You wish--
human
Yes; I beg you to do it.
gpt
What a folly!
human
Yesterday, you might, perhaps, have treated this caprice as a folly; but to-day, said Adrienne, laying great stress upon the word, and glancing at M. de Montbron with a significant air,
gpt
Yes, I understand you, good and noble heart!