human
Monsieur has had a cold journey, though fine--Heavens! he exclaimed, as he saw that the other had a strange burden under his cloak,
gpt
A harmless child, St. Georges said, while the men of the garrison gathered round to peer at the little creature whose blue eyes were now staring at them in the rays of the great lantern that swung over the gateway.
human
My child, whose life would have been taken to-night by five desperadoes had it not been for this honest mousquetaire who, by Heaven's providence, happened to be riding my road.