human
Ah! Dolt, fool, beast of an Englishman! How nicely hast thou borne the Count of Tancarville back to the camp of the cursed invader of Normandy! Dead or alive, eh? Little didst thou know how near thy purpose was fulfilled when thy base _routier_ made to pass a knife across my throat. I--even I--am the Count of Tancarville!
gpt
And that simpleton the Constable, thy master, he resumed.
human
To think that the Count of Tancarville would be dallying at a hunting lodge when base English defile the coasts of Normandy! Ah! That was a near one,
gpt
Knowest thou, thou miserable fool, he continued as soon as the crash of the thunder permitted,