human
the landlord cried, shivering and shaking all over, as he saw the terrible spectacle which the place afforded--St. Georges stretched on the floor, the stones covered with blood, the other wounded man leaning against the wall, the maddened woman with the sword, which she had dropped at their entrance, lying at her feet, and the candles out--
gpt
Not murder, but attempted murder. This man drew on me--with a lady present--would have assassinated me. You see my wound,
human
Attempted murder! exclaimed one of the men, he looking of a very superior class to that of the landlord.
gpt
A strange attempt; you are young and strong as he; armed, too, your weapon drawn. Yet it seems it needed this also to aid you, and he stooped and picked up the woman's toy dagger.
human
This demands explanation----
gpt
And shall be given to those entitled to ask. I am the Marquis de Roquemaure, set upon and forced to defend myself by this fellow who entrapped us here.--You, turning to the landlord,
human
He looks not like a bravo or bully, said the man who had spoken last, as he knelt down by St. Georges and took his wrist between his fingers.
gpt
He scarce seems that.
human
Is he dead?
gpt
Not yet. There is still some pulse.
human
Dorine!