human
You force this on me, De Roquemaure said, rising and removing the cloak he wore, and speaking between thin, almost bloodless lips;
gpt
Not so, St. Georges replied.
human
Deny that you led the attack on me, on my child and my comrade at Aignay-le-Duc; deny that it was your servant--that it was your livery he wore--accompanied by some woman, if not this one, who slew the Bishop of Lodève's servant --once more the other started, as he had started when accused of having removed his beard--
gpt
I deny nothing--I assert nothing,
human
So be it! Yet, for the last time, ere it is too late, answer me one question and I will not force you to this encounter to-night. Tell me where my child is, let me regain possession of her, and a month hence, on my honour as a soldier, I meet you again, and, _if you desire it_, give you satisfaction.
gpt
I do not know where your child is, De Roquemaure muttered hoarsely.
human
And for your honour as a soldier--you are a broken one. A man dismissed the army has no honour left.
gpt
Enough! said St. Georges;
human
Kill him! he heard the woman hiss again as they commenced.
gpt
Kill him dead, Raoul!