human
My children, he announced in a voice clear as a bell,
gpt
When I met 'Polyte Latulippe and young Damase on my way down the river, I could scarcely believe their tale. But the Ojibway puts it beyond doubt; and the few answers I could win from the wounded sergeant all confirm the story.
human
His name, Father? asked La Marmite.
gpt
We can get nothing out of Dominique Guyon, who keeps his tongue as close as his fist.
human
His name is a Clive, and he is of the regiment of Beam. He has come near to death's door, poor fellow, and still lies too near to it for talking. But I think he is strong enough to bear carrying up to Fort Amitie, where the Seigneur--who, by the way, sends greeting to you all--
gpt
And our salutations go back to him. Would he were here to-day to see the harvest carried!
human
The Seigneur, having heard what 'Polyte and Damase have to tell, will desire to hear more of this glorious fight. For myself, I must hasten down to Montreal, where I have a message to deliver, and perhaps I may reach there with these tidings also before the boats, which are coming up by way of the Richelieu. Therefore I am going to borrow Dominique Guyon of you, to pilot me down through the Roches Fendues. And talking of Dominique --here the Jesuit laid a hand on the shoulder of the young man, who bent his eyes to the ground--
gpt
What did I tell you? whispered La Marmite to Jo Lagasse, who had joined the little crowd.
human
The Father's eye turns you inside out: he knows how we have been grumbling all day. But all the same, she added aloud,
gpt
I have told you, said Father Launoy,