human
Bon jour, Madame, he now cried with an attempt at cheerfulness,--poor wretch! he had made some sort of compact with himself that nothing should depress him, nor any horrors by which he was surrounded frighten him, while forcing himself to regard his impending liberty as a certainty which no pestilence must be allowed to deprive him of.
gpt
Bon jour, Madame. And how is the young one?
human
She is not well, Marion answered, while glad, in a way, that she so soon had an opportunity given her of declaring that Laure could not go nursing that day;