human
The _signore_ sleeps? the man inquired timidly.
gpt
I think it is not good to sleep here. Shall we go back?
human
I'm not sleeping, Rafaello, but I suppose we'd better turn. I heard all you said. And what had this wicked foreigner done?
gpt
He stole a nun out of a holy convent, _excellenz'_,
human
Near here?
gpt
Oh, no, far away--I do not know. Nobody knows. It was only 'Cina and his sister came from here. Mother of God, does the _signore_ think any woman born hereabouts would have blood enough for that? Look you, _signore_, she climbed down a tree and went with him in the night! A professed nun! Oh, no doubt she is burning now, that one! For no woman need take the veil, that is plain, but once taken, one is as good as married to God himself, and then to take a man after! Oh, no. She is certainly burning,
human
But I thought you said she was alive and made baskets,
gpt
No, no, the _signore_ misunderstands. That is 'Cina, who went with her when they sailed away, being sent for by her brother. The wicked one died, of course, and 'Cina came back with all the money. She nearly died, herself, on the great ship. She ate nothing--not a bite nor a scrap--for four days, she was so sick.
human
He was an Englishman, I suppose?
gpt
No. From the _signore's_ country. Not, of course, that they are all like that, Rafaello added politely,