human
In spite of your villainy, of your assaults on one so harmless as the child I carry, you are too vile for us to stain our weapons with your blood. Yet, what to do with you?
gpt
Throw him in there, said Boussac with _sang froid_.
human
That will keep him quiet for some time at least, and he pointed to an open grave which yawned very near where they stood, and into whose black mouth he had been peering for some time. He added also:
gpt
It will be his only chance of ever occupying one. Such as he end by hanging on roadside gibbets or rotting on the wheel they have been broken upon--the peaceful grave is not for them.