human
Yes, but a shop? Why a shop?
gpt
Why a shop?--why a shop? repeated M. Chebe, red as an Easter egg, and raising his voice to its highest pitch.
human
Why, because I'm a merchant, Monsieur Risler, a merchant and son of a merchant. Oh! I see what you're coming at. I have no business. But whose fault is it? If the people who shut me up at Montrouge, at the gates of Bicetre, like a paralytic, had had the good sense to furnish me with the money to start in business--