human
She is worn out with tramping through the woods all night. It is no wonder! But 'twas her own doing, for she would come; now she must keep up or be left behind. We must reach shelter before the storm breaks in earnest, for it will be no light one.
gpt
Have we much farther to go?
human
About a league, perhaps?
gpt
Not more,
human
Then put the poor dame in the litter, and I will walk.
gpt
Can you do it?
human
Better than she. I feel faint here, I added, laying my hand upon my bosom,
gpt
You want food,