human
It is impossible, my Captain, the lieutenant answered in French. His voice could now make itself heard more clearly; for here in the wady a certain shelter existed from the roaring sand-cyclone.
gpt
Impossible, but--_Dieu_!--it is true!
human
What is true?
gpt
Incredible, yet--_voilà_!
human
In Allah's name, Lieutenant! the Master ejaculated,
gpt
No Arab, sir! No, no!
human
Not an Arab? Well, what is he, then?
gpt
Ah, these scars, my Captain! Behold--see the slave dress, the weals of the branding-iron on cheek and brow! Ah, for pity! See the starved body, the stripes of the lash, the feet mangled by the bastinado! What horrible things they have done to him--ah, God have pity on us!