human
She will not know me, St. Georges had said more than once, as he thought of Dorine.
gpt
She was a babe when I lost her, now she is a child possessing speech and intelligence. May God grant it is not too late; that she is not too old yet to learn to love me!
human
Courage! _mon ami_, courage! exclaimed Boussac, repeating a formula he had adopted from the first;
gpt
And then how will it be with me, Boussac? Oh! if she is dead how shall I reckon with the woman who possessed herself of her?
human
Courage! again repeated the mousquetaire,
gpt
I do not believe she is dead. And if mademoiselle did seize upon her--well, she is a woman! a better nurse than the bishop's servant.
human
Ah! the bishop's servant! That too has to be explained. What was he doing with her? I have wondered all these years--De Roquemaure's dying words told nothing. 'He had got her safe,' he gasped at the last. But why he? Why he! Oh! shall I ever know all?
gpt
Ere long, I hope, my friend, said Boussac,