human
I would the challenger were any other than the Abbé La Salle, muttered Roussilac.
gpt
He would cut off my hopes of Heaven as readily as he shall presently run through yonder Dutchman.
human
There is no finer swordsman in the new world than the abbé, whispered D'Archand in his ear.
gpt
If Van Vuren be killed, the Cardinal shall account you responsible, and I too shall not escape blame. This new alliance may not hold if the deed be known in Paris.
human
Put up your swords! he shouted.
gpt
I charge you, sir priest, in the King's name to cease fighting with this man, who is my guest and our common ally.
human
Corpus Domini! cried Laroche, staggering towards the commandant, his big face flushed with excitement and liquor.
gpt
Order the wind to cease, commandant, or yon river to stop its flow. Attempt to restrain La Salle when his blood is hot! Know you, sir, this is an affair of honour.
human
It is not you who shall suffer from the breaking of the law, sir priest, protested the representative.
gpt
By St. Gris! a master-stroke!