human
Get into the cart, Bootea,
gpt
I will not! she declared.
human
I'm going back to Ajeet; he is not dead--it is a trick.
gpt
He _is_ dead,
human
Take your hands off me, son of a pig, accursed man of low caste! Ajeet will kill you for this, dog!
gpt
Let her go--it is better; I war not upon Sookdee.
human
Be still you she-devil, accursed fool! You are going to a palace to be a queen. The son of the Peshwa desires you. True, I, also, have desire, but fear not for, by Bhowanee! it is a life of glory, of jewels and rich attire that I take you to; so get into the cart.
gpt
To be struck by a woman! Hunsa blared;
human
Put back the leather wall of the cart that I may hurl this outcast widow of a dead Hindu within.