human
Offered to our hands just when our hands are tied, and we cannot take them! said Polverel.
gpt
If our fresh regiments would only arrive to-day, and help us to wrench the prison keys from the hands of those devils of mulattoes, and let out Laveaux, the colony would be ours before night.
human
Now look the other way, said the commander of the vessel;
gpt
Dusky! mulattoes! then we are lost! cried Polverel.
human
If the mulattoes from the south have come up in any numbers--
gpt
They are black as the night that is just gone, said the commander, still keeping his eye fixed on the western heights above the town.
human
See, the sun strikes them now. They are blacks. The negroes under Toussaint himself, very probably. I shall not have the pleasure of carrying you to France just yet, Monsieur Polverel.