human
These are presents to the monastery from our family, said Fra Lorenzo.
gpt
These simpler ones, embroidered with the silk flowers, are Fra Giorgio's work. He is now away from the convent, and I am sorry he cannot hear you admire his robes.
human
Signora, a low voice said,
gpt
It is beautiful enough for a crown for a god, said she, twining it together at the ends.
human
Will you let me turn you into Apollo for a moment? And, without thinking, she let it fall lightly on his head.
gpt
No Apollo was ever so beautiful, she involuntarily exclaimed.
human
If only you had a lyre!