human
Have you been sick, Elvira? You do not look like yourself.
gpt
Now she will be better, exclaimed Pedro, in whom joy had awakened some of the old festive teasing humor.
human
Your absence, Ventura, and not hearing from you, nothing less, has brought her to this. Why, in heaven's name, did you not send us a letter, to tell us where you were?
gpt
Why, our sergeant wrote at least six for me, replied Ventura,
human
he said, regarding the latter, who, from the moment he entered, had not taken her eyes from the gallant youth, whom the moustache, the uniform, and the military bearing became so well.
gpt
Bless me! but you have become a fine woman! The good care Perico takes of you--and you Perico, always digging? Are these your children? How handsome they are! God bless them! Hey! come here, I am not a Frenchman nor a bluebeard.
human
Maria, how much you have prayed for me! I suppose you have made a hundred novenas, and more than a thousand promises.
gpt
Yes, my son, and to-morrow I shall sell my best hen, to have said in Saint Anna's chapel the thanksgiving mass I have promised.
human
Aunt Anna is the one who has nothing to say, observed Ventura.
gpt
Are you not glad to see me, madam?
human
Yes my son, yes; I was minding my Elvira. God knows, she continued, observing the pallid countenance of her child,
gpt
And why not, exclaimed Pedro,
human
Don't be so hasty, answered Anna, smiling,
gpt
Well, 'every owl to his own olive,' said Pedro after a while.
human
Good people, there is a wicket in the street that is tired of being solitary.
gpt
To-night, Uncle Pedro, said Rita, laughing,
human
Amen, amen. I hope so,