human
How cruel! how cruel! said he, in a deep yet musical voice, that was not the less thrilling because of a certain indefinable flavor of theatricalism;
gpt
said he, pointing to the figure of his wife,
human
Is your lady dead?
gpt
No, no, I think not; indeed, I am sure not. She is sunk in a trance or stupor. If she were bled, she would revive; but there is no man on board who has the skill to bleed her.
human
She looks to have been very roughly handled.
gpt
What you see, he cried,
human
Give me my wife!
gpt
I desire no struggle, no uproar. Give her to me, to whom she belongs, and we will withdraw peacefully.