human
Pri'thee, said De la Roche, drawing aside the curtain of his tent, and putting forth his head--
gpt
Sir, returned Hastings, gravely, putting out his own head,
human
Except the Earl of Warwick! repeated the count, musingly, as the fumes of the odours with which the bath was filled rose in a cloud over his long hair,--
gpt
It becomes an ambassador to win grace of him he is sent to please.
human
But none win the grace of Louis whom Louis does not dupe.
gpt
You know not Lord Warwick, Sir Count. His mind is so strong and so frank, that it is as hard to deceive him as it is for him to be deceived.
human
Time will show,