human
What must I sign? whispered Cidalise, trembling, and playing her part as the audience said afterwards, _à ravir_.
gpt
What? What?
human
Demand of thy uncle--uncle, mon Dieu! Demand of Dorante. Speak, Dorante.
gpt
Thy real name, replied Dorante slowly, effectively,
human
Thou canst not marry him, and now the woman who represented Célie was superb, as, with finger extended and eyes ablaze, she pointed at Cléon, (she got to Paris at last and became the leading lady at the Odéon!).
gpt
He is thy father. Even as he deserted me, so, too, he deserted thy mother, leaving her to die of starvation. Villain! _maraud!_ she exclaimed, turning on Cléon.
human
What did I promise thee? Thus I fulfil my vow.
gpt
And thus I avenge myself, cried Cléon, tugging at his rapier.
human
Thus, traitress----