human
Time's up!
gpt
My husband! Oh, God!
human
Madam, said the major,
gpt
I'll tell you who they are?
human
God curse yer if yer do!
gpt
None of 'em, sobbed the woman.
human
We walked, an' I took turns totin' the young uns. My husband! Oh, God! my husband!
gpt
Beg yer pardon, ma'am, said Bowney's captor,
human
I'd ha' done it ef it had been fifty, cried the woman, angrily,
gpt
She picked up the smallest child as she spoke, and in the dim light the men saw that its little feet were torn and bleeding.
human
cried the woman, rapidly,