human
Would you? To the cupboard, miserable!
gpt
Xanthippé and Socrates! he murmured, and Pierre heard him. So, grimacing at him from under the heavy sack, called back:
human
Fifty dollar. Tell her fifty dollar.
gpt
What he mean by fifty dollar?
human
I suppose something about that 'show' business of his. It is his ambition, you know, and I must admit I believe he'd be a success at it.
gpt
Pouf! There is more better business than the 'showin'' one, of takin' God's beasties into the towns and lettin' the foolish people stare. The money comes that way is not good money.
human
Oh! yes. It's all right, fair Angelique. But what is the word for me?
gpt
It is: that you come with me, at once, to the master. He will speak with you before he sleeps. Yes. And Adrian, lad!
human
Well, Angelique?
gpt
This is the truth. Remember. When the heart is sore tried the tongue is often sharp. There is death. That is a sorrow. God sends it. There are sorrows God does not send but the evil one. Death is but joy to them. What the master says, answer; and luck light upon your lips.