human
Dominique, said the Commandant haughtily,
gpt
Monseigneur must forgive me, answered Dominique, still with an awkward sullenness.
human
But it is merely my dismissal that I beg. I wish to return early to-morrow to Boisveyrac; the harvest there is gathered, to be sure, but no one can be trusted to finish the stacks. With so many dancing attendance on the military, the Seigniory suffers; and, by your leave, I am responsible for it.
gpt
My excellent Dominique Guyon, said he,