human
Kill me then! she panted, striving to impale herself on the sword in my hand.
gpt
If this man is to come betwixt us now, kill me in mercy and free me from this hateful woman's flesh-- But here, spying my arm bloody, she forgot her anger all in a moment.
human
Are ye hurt? said she.
gpt
Are ye hurt and all to save this miserable fool!
human
Oh, Martino, said she, leaning 'gainst a rock when at last I broke from her,
gpt
Sir, what would you?
human
I make my peace with God, Señor, since I am soon to die--
gpt
Nay, sir, I do trust your hardships are ended--
human
Shall be, Señor, to-day, to-morrow, the day after? said he, smiling faintly and shrugging his shoulders.
gpt
A sudden shot, steel i' the back--'tis better than death by famine in an open boat. You, Señor, have saved me alive yet a little, doubtless for your own ends, but my death walketh yonder as I know, death in form shapely and fair-seeming, yet sure and unpitying, none the less.
human
Ha, d'ye mean yon woman?
gpt
The Señorita Joanna--verily, Señor.
human
Never think it! quoth I.
gpt
Señor, says he,