human
By the curse of heaven, I have never forgotten it,
gpt
Stay, stay, said Lotbinière, leaning over and softly laying a hand on his arm,
human
It haunts me for ever, Répentigny went on;
gpt
Calm yourself.
human
He follows me.
gpt
Nonsense, Pierre. No one is present,
human
Philibert's son. I met him in Quebec before I fled to France. I met him in Paris before I fled to the East. I met him in Pondicherry. He settled near me in Mahé. Now he is in Paris again. It is dreadful to be reminded of your crime by an avenger. My death, when it comes, will be by his hand, Michel.
gpt
Have no fear. In twenty hours we can have him safe in a place whence such as he never come out.
human
That would be more terrible still. Shall I further wrong the wronged? God would be against me as well as remorse. No, when he strikes it will be just. I do not fear his sword, but the memory of his father's blood, and that would grow redder on my hand if I injured the son. Oh, Michel, is the Golden Dog still over the door of Philibert's house in Quebec?
gpt
Yes, Pierre; forget these things. Take a glass of wine.
human
I remember its inscription
gpt
Philibert, the son, has cut the same on his house at Mahé.
human
There, there, we must be bright when young Louis comes.
gpt
With you too, good Michel, I should be brighter. Well, I have spoken of my sorrow for the first time in years, and now I feel freer. Yes, the wine is good, better than any they ship to India.