human
By the five wounds of God, 'tis but a child! he muttered, as his breath returned.
gpt
May it never be said that La Salle ran in fear from a baby and a dog.
human
I will deal lightly with the child, he said,
gpt
Down, Blood!
human
He bears himself like a veteran, muttered La Salle, with a brave man's admiration for courage.
gpt
The pity that he is so young!
human
On guard, sir!
gpt
Back, little one, said the priest in his own tongue.
human
Put up your sword until you become a man, and return to your fishing-lines, and be young while you may.