human
M. Simon! M. Simon! cried he, pale, and panting for breath.
gpt
They are here--close at hand. They have come to attack the factory.
human
Who?
gpt
The Wolves, quarrymen, and stone-cutters, joined on the road by a crowd of people from the neighborhood, and vagabonds from town. Do you not hear them? They are shouting, 'Death to the Devourers!'
human
It is the same noise that I heard just now,
gpt
There are more than two hundred of them, M. Simon, said Olivier;
human
Will this attack be a serious one?
gpt
Very serious, said the old man;
human
If you are so inferior in number, said the marshal,
gpt
Death to the Devourers!