human
Now, Maillard, he quietly ordered,
gpt
That safe! Why--why--damn you, I'll do nothing of the sort!
human
If you don't, was the cool threat,
gpt
I'll shoot you through the abdomen. A man fears a bullet there worse than death. It may kill you, and it may not; really, I care very little. You--you financier!
human
You money trickster! Do you think I would spare such a man as you? You draw your rents from the poor and destitute, your mortgages cover half the parishes in the state, and in your heart is neither compassion nor pity for man or woman. You take the property of others from behind the safety curtain of the law; I do it from behind a pistol! I rob only those who can afford to lose--am I really as bad as you, in the eyes of morality and ethics? Bah! I could shoot you down without a qualm!