human
Fie! Fie! Shame on you! he said to the former, as he saw him strike the second with his cane.
gpt
For shame! The man is older than you, and apparently feeble. Put up your stick, bully, or seek a more suitable adversary.
human
Monsieur's self to wit, perhaps, the aggressor sneered, yet ceasing his blows all the same.
gpt
Pray, does Monsieur regulate the laws by which gentlemen are to be molested by whining mendicants in the public places of Paris? This fellow has followed me with his petition for alms through a whole street.
human
I will see that he does so no more, Walter Clarges said, quietly yet effectively.
gpt
At least, you shall beat him no further. You had best begone now, and there was something in his tone, as well as in his stalwart appearance, which induced the other to draw off and proceed on his way. Not, of course, without the usual protestations of
human
and
gpt
What ails you? asked Walter, gazing down now on the man whom he had saved from further drubbing.
human
Answer, he continued, seeing that the beggar turned his face away from him, and seemed, indeed, inclined to shuffle off after mumbling some thanks in his throat which were almost inaudible and entirely indistinct.
gpt
Answer me. And here is something to heal your aches from that fellow's cane.