human
Will that come to us--if we live? murmured Laure to the man who walked by the side of her and of Marion.
gpt
Will anything we do here, and any dangers to life we encounter, give us our pardon; save us from voyaging to that unknown land?
human
Will it, _ma belle!_ answered the convict--a brawny, muscular, fellow, who would have been a splendid specimen of humanity but for the fact that he was gaunt and yellow and hideously disfigured by the white cloth steeped in vinegar which he wore swathed round his lower jaw, so that he might continuously inhale the aromatic flavour with each breath he drew.
gpt
Will it! Who can doubt it! And, if not, why--name, of a dog!--are we not free already?
human
Free! How?
gpt
In a manner we are so. What control is there over us--over you, especially? You will live in the streets--or, if you prefer it, in any house you choose to enter; have a care, though, that it is one from which the healthy have fled in fear, not one in which the dead lie poisoning the air. At any moment you can hide yourselves away. While for us--well, there will come a night when we shall not return to the galleys. That is all.
human
Has, asked Marion,
gpt
Yes, yes. They have come. Yet their fortune was different; better or worse than yours, according to how one regards it. One of the merchant ships was still in the port--off the port--a league out to sea, and, well, they risked it. They took the human cargo; they are gone for New France. Had you a man amongst them whom you loved, my black beauty?
human
My husband was amongst them, she replied quietly; while, to herself, she added:
gpt
Poor wretch! He did little enough good in marrying me. Yet this leaves me free to devote myself to her.
human
Your husband, the convict exclaimed with a laugh.
gpt
Your husband? Good! he will never claim you. You can take another if you desire--the first one who falls in love with those superb glances.
human
Vagabond! be still,