human
Hark you, dame, he said, lowering his voice a little, though not from any fear of the mousquetaire hearing, but more from instinct than anything else.
gpt
You have done me one great kindness in being so tender to my poor little motherless babe. Will you answer me, therefore, a question? Will--will--suppose, I would say, that I wished the whereabouts of this, my child, unknown to any one--would she be safe in the house of this mercer you speak of? Also--if you--should be asked by any one--high or low, here in Dijon--if, _par hasard_, you know, or could guess, had indeed the faintest suspicion, where that little child might be--would you hold your peace? Would you let this be a secret locked only in your own honest heart?
human
Would I? Ay, monsieur, I would! Your child has slept with my little _fillettes_; when I went to arouse them ere dawn they all lay cheek to cheek, and with their arms entwined. She is as one of mine, therefore; she shall be as sacred. _Je le jure._
gpt
Give me your friend's name and address, St. Georges made answer.
human
What you have said is enough. I trust you as I should have trusted her dead mother.
gpt
Write, said the woman,
human
But, exclaimed St. Georges,
gpt
How, exclaimed the woman,