human
I wish to see Earl De Courcy,
gpt
And we wish our fortune told, good mother, said Lord Villiers;
human
Your father! said the woman, fixing her piercing eyes on his handsome face,
gpt
You have guessed it. What has the future in store for me?
human
Nothing good for your father's son, she hissed through her clenched teeth.
gpt
Give me your hand.