human
My son, said he,
gpt
Are they gone? Are the women gone? The Cure nodded his head. Kilquhanity's eyes closed and opened again.
human
They're gone, thin! Oh, the foine of it, the foine of it! he whispered.
gpt
So quiet, so aisy, so quiet! Faith, I'll just be shlaping! I'll be shlaping now.
human
My son, said he,
gpt
Yis, father, oh yis! There's been a dale o' noise--there's been a dale o' noise in the wurruld, father, said he.
human
Oh, so quiet, so quiet now! I do be shlaping.
gpt
Oh, the foine of it! I do be shlaping- shlaping.
human
The Manor House at Beaugard, monsieur? Ah, certainlee, I mind it very well. It was the first in Quebec, and there are many tales. It had a chapel and a gallows. Its baron, he had the power of life and death, and the right of the seigneur--you understand?--which he used only once; and then what trouble it made for him and the woman, and the barony, and the parish, and all the country!
gpt
What is the whole story, Larue?