human
he said, raising his hand to silence Marta. Then he glanced toward the cot. He could see how pale and still Pappina lay.
gpt
It's early yet. An hour in bed will put her right.
human
An hour! Marta exclaimed, darting up to him in her indignation at his heartlessness.
gpt
Do you wish to kill the hen that lays the golden eggs?
human
She laid many yesterday, he replied, taking out his money-bag.
gpt
They are all in here, francs and _soldi_, and there are many of them. He patted the bag affectionately, looked again at Pappina, and added:
human
I'll let her rest. It's quiet after the fete, and I can't lose much to-day.
gpt
To-day! Guiseppe, she shall not leave the house till she is quite well. You know how high-strung and sensitive she is, like a golden lute that responds to the slightest touch of any breeze, no matter how mild and soft. You must let her rest. You must, Guiseppe.
human
I'll not break her down and lose her, Guiseppe replied.
gpt
She did well at the fete. After all, what will a few days matter? He walked to the little cot and continued:
human
I know you, _bambina_, I know you. If you don't feel right you may as well stay at home, for you can't sing and you won't dance.