human
You will be throwing your chamois away in a day or two, I prophesied,
gpt
You will see that I shan't throw it away, the Boy returned, and insisted upon carrying the parcel in his hand, instead of having it sent from the shop to the hotel. When we had learned something of the town we sauntered homeward; and seated in the _vaste parc_ with a novel and a red silk parasol, we found Gaetà.
human
Where have you been so early?
gpt
To find a burnt-offering for your shrine,
human
There comes a mist, and a weeping rain, And nothing is ever the same again; Alas!