human
Ah! he exclaimed,
gpt
I am an Almeida, he answered.
human
The only son of the Count of Almeida.
gpt
I knew that I could not be mistaken, said the prisoner, half to himself.
human
By what an extraordinary fate do I meet you!--but I am wandering. Stir not from where you are; I would gaze upon those features I once knew so well. Yet no! 'tis a spirit I see before me,--a form long since sunk to the grave! Ah, it stirs not! vain illusion! I see the flag of Portugal, of my own loved country. Never more shall I fight beneath that banner. The ship fills; the raging ocean is around me, and I must die amid these vile pirates. Blood flows fast--red, red blood--'tis that of my country's foes; Heaven protect me!