human
Many a white would shudder to see that child, said Moyse, as Juste disappeared.
gpt
That is the way Jean's blacks wore their trophies during the first days of the insurrection.
human
Trophies! said Genifrede.
gpt
You mean heads: heads with their trailing hair; and her face worked with horror as she spoke.
human
But it is not for the whites to shudder, after what they did to Oge, and have done to many a negro since.
gpt
But they think we do not feel as they do.
human
Not feel! O Christ! If any one of them had my heart before I knew you--in those days at Breda, when Monsieur Bayou used to come down to us!
gpt
Here comes that boy again, cried Moyse.
human
Let us go into the thicket, among the citrons.