human
Shame, Proteau! shame! said Odeluc, as he bent down, and saw that the negro was dying. Papalier, Bayou, and a few more, cried
gpt
Shame!
human
I will defend my deed, said Proteau, struggling with the hoarseness of his voice, and pouring out a glass of wine to clear his throat. His hand was none of the steadiest as he did so.
gpt
Hush that band! There is no hearing oneself speak. Hush! I say; stop!