human
My hair is long, whispered Madeleine's sweet voice.
gpt
I am passing a coil through the hole in the wattles. Hold it, and if you hear disquieting sounds do not speak, but pull.
human
I have it,
gpt
The holy angels watch over you,
human
And you. As for me, I am already protected by an angel.
gpt
Angel?
human
Sainte Madeleine is her name.
gpt
Ah!
human
In sleep I may lose what I am holding.
gpt
Twist it about your fingers,
human
Still, I may lose it. You will draw it away from me when you turn.
gpt
Lie upon it.
human
My hair is also long. I am tying yours to mine.
gpt
I had thought of that,