human
So, said M. Georges St. Georges to himself, as he replaced the letter in his holster,
gpt
Open there, and let me in!
human
the man replied, looking down at him through the fast-gathering night.
gpt
None enter Dijon now after four of the evening. Ten thousand devils! why could you not have come half an hour earlier? Yet there is a good auberge outside the walls, and----
human
Open, I say! called up the horseman.
gpt
I ride by the king's orders, and have to present myself to the Marquis Phélypeaux. Open, I say!
human
exclaimed the watchman, peering down at him through the gray snow and rime with which was now mixed the blackness of the oncoming night.
gpt
You ride in the king's name and would see the marquis. _C'est autre chose!_ Yet I must be careful. Wait, I will descend. Draw up to the _grille_ of the gate.
human
Sweet, ere long you shall have a softer couch