human
Make way, make way! The man and wife come forth.--Ah! 'Thanase Beausoleil, so tall and strong, so happy and hale, you do not look to-day like the poor decoyed, drugged victim that woke up one morning out in the Gulf of Mexico to find yourself, without fore-intent or knowledge, one of a ship's crew bound for Brazil and thence to the Mediterranean!--
gpt
Make way, make way! They mount the calèches, Sosthène after Madame Sosthène; 'Thanase after Madame 'Thanase.
human
To horse, ladies and gentlemen! Never mind now about the youth who has been taken ill in the chapel, and whom the curé has borne almost bodily in his arms to his own house.
gpt
Mount! Mount! Move aside for the wedding singers!
human
May the New-Orleans compounder be forgiven the iniquitous mixture!