human
Back, ruffians, back! nor dare to tread Too near the body of my dead; Nor touch the living boy; I stand Between him and your lawless band. Take _me_, and bind these arms--these hands,-- With Russia's heaviest iron bands, And drag me to Siberia's wild To perish, if 'twill save my child!
gpt
Peace, woman, peace! the leader cried, Tearing the pale boy from her side, And in his ruffian grasp he bore His victim to the temple door.
human
One moment! shrieked the mother;