human
Where am I? she cried.
gpt
Mother of God, whither hast thou let them bring me?
human
Ah!
gpt
Well, shy bird; are you still so little fain to become the lady of fair Champagne? And he drew near to her. The girl raised her eyes.
human
Do not come near to me,
gpt
Come, come, listen to reason, little one. A duchy for your beaux yeux; sooth! tis not too much; yet, for all that, be not too exacting.