human
Beg pardon, madame, but have you seen any one pass?
gpt
Only one, she replied,
human
Your husband, ma'am?
gpt
One eye gone; broken nose; scar on right cheek; powder-marks on left--
human
Yes, sir, that's the man,
gpt
Perhaps you may not have seen this?
human
It's somebody else--it _must_ be--no murderer would be so kind to a poor, friendless woman. Oh, God, have I betrayed him? _Don't_ take him, sir--it must be somebody else. I wish I had money--I would pay you more than the reward, just to go away and let him alone.
gpt
Madame, replied the man, beckoning to two men who were approaching,
human
I could not accept it; nor will I accept the reward. It is the price of blood. But I am a minister of the gospel, ma'am, and in this godless generation it is my duty to see that the outraged dignity of the law is vindicated. My associates, I regret to say, are actuated by different motives.
gpt
You just bet high on that! exclaimed one of the two men who had approached, a low-browed, bestial ruffian.
human
Half a' thousan' 's more'n I could pan out in a fortnight, no matter how good luck I had. Parson he is a fool, but _we_, hain't no right to grumble 'bout it, seein' we git his share--hey, Parleyvoo?
gpt
You speak truly, Mike, replied his companion, a rather handsome looking Frenchman, of middle age.
human
And yet Jean Glorieaux likes not the labor. Were it not that he had lost his last ounce at monte, and had the fever for play still in his blood, not one sou would he earn in such ungentle a manner.
gpt
God's worst curses on all of you! cried the woman, with an energy which inspired her plain face and form with a terrible dignity and power,
human
Poor fools! It is written, 'The curse, causeless, shall not fall.' And yet, madame, I assure you that I most tenderly sympathize with you in your misfortunes, whatever they may be.
gpt
Then let him alone! cried the woman.
human
My only child has been stolen away from me--dear little Johnny--and the man offered to go get him. And you've made me betray him. Oh, God curse you all!
gpt
Madame, replied the still imperturbable parson,
human
It is useless, said he, striking a dramatic attitude, and pointing to the woman,
gpt
Then I'll git the hull thousand, growled Mike,