human
You! You! that I can tear to pieces with three fingers; do you lay your hands upon me? You! a killer of locusts, a coward, a chicken, brought up under your mother's wing. You to me! to me!
gpt
Ventura! he shouted,
human
Ventura! What are you doing? what are you doing, madman?
gpt
You are drunk, continued Pedro, beside himself with indignation and grief.
human
You are drunk, and with evil wine. [Footnote 172] Go home, he added pushing Ventura by the shoulder,
gpt
Drunk with evil wine,