human
A stray shot, said the latter, after listening a moment.
gpt
It is nothing. You are not afraid, mademoiselle?
human
Excuse me, sir, Zulma replied,
gpt
Is it possible that you do not remember it too?
human
We are so used to it, mademoiselle, that--
gpt
The man who fired that shot is a scoundrel, and the man at whom it was fired, exclaimed Zulma, sitting upright and fixing a glowing eye upon the officer,