human
To horse, chasseurs and hussars!
gpt
sounded. When they had driven through La Guerche, the postilion stopped, as if to adjust some portion of the harness, and, approaching the carriage, said:
human
Perhaps the citizeness has business with _them_?
gpt
With _them_?
human
Why, yes, with _them_.
gpt
Whom do you mean?
human
The friends, of course. They are here to the right and left of the road,
gpt
No, replied Diane,
human
Bah! muttered the postilion to himself,