human
Mora, the Italians' favorite game of chance. The boys--shouting, disputing, quarreling, eager to win--were all so intent on the game that not one of them noticed Pappina's approach. Slipping up behind her brother, she clasped one hand over his eyes, asking:
gpt
What are you doing here?
human
See, she cried,
gpt
I've been dancing. Come quickly, Filippo; I want a coral necklace; take me where I can buy one.
human
Sit down, you simpleton,