human
How demure the fellow looks! said Monsieur Papalier, a planter, to Bayou, his neighbour in the plain, who now sat opposite to him;
gpt
You are mistaken there, said Bayou.
human
He is a singular fellow, is Henri, in more ways than his cookery. I believe he never snapped his fingers in his life, nor told anybody what his master gave for him. I happen to know Henri very well, from his being an acquaintance of my overseer, who is something of the same sort, only superior even to Henri.
gpt
The fellow looked as if he would have given a great deal more than his glass of wine to have stayed out of the room, observed Monsieur Leroy.
human
He has nothing of the mulatto in him, has he? Pure African, I suppose.
gpt
Pure African--all safe, replied Bayou.
human
But observe! the music has stopped, and we are going on to the business of the day. Silence, there! Silence, all!
gpt
Silence!