human
A man who wore a burganet, one cried;
gpt
human
hissed another,
gpt
human
exclaimed a third,
gpt
But where--where is he gone?
human
exclaimed the officer,
gpt
Ay! but he has, though, exclaimed a boyish young officer who at this moment joined the group.
human
In truth, he has. I was at the north gate as he clattered up to it, calling out that he must go through. 'And why the devil must you?' I asked, not liking the fellow's tone, which sounded hollow enough through the rusty iron pot on his head. 'I have been attacked,' he said;' nigh murdered by some ruffians, and am wounded. I must get me home.' 'And where is your home?' I asked. 'Beyond Bar,' he replied; 'for Heaven's sake, do not stop me!' Whereon, continued the young officer,
gpt
The north road! St. Georges said in a low voice to Boussac.
human
The north road! You hear? And the north road leads to De Roquemaure's manoir.