human
I hurried over, and followed the concierge up, I know not how many stairs, into a miserable little chamber. There was a yellow placard at the window--
gpt
Poor Monsieur Very, continued the abbé,
human
This is very good wine, monsieur,
gpt
Was she pretty?
human
Beautiful,
gpt
Had she a light dress, and long, wavy ringlets?
human
She was beautiful, said the abbé,
gpt
And so poor Very died?
human
It was a sad sight,
gpt
And he confessed to you?
human
I was too late, _mon ami_; he murmured a word or two in my ear I could not understand. He confessed to God.
gpt
And mademoiselle--