human
Tête de mort! exclaimed La Salle, and started back when he recognised the face that had once been handsome set towards him in the wild firelight, fearfully branded, the nostrils slit, the ears cropped, a letter seared upon each cheek.
gpt
Cover that horror, and drive her out lest she bewitch us.
human
Hear me, the unhappy girl moaned, holding out her hands in an agony of supplication.
gpt
Yonder your enemy cover the shore. Many men and a ship held in the ice.