human
He will kill him--not that he does not deserve death, the mean hound! said Fazil Khan, hurriedly to his companion.
gpt
When was Pahar Singh ever known to spare a victim? What is to be done, Bulwunt? shall we attack them?
human
Alas, Meah! returned the other,
gpt
Raise him, brother, continued Pahar Singh to his companion, laughing;
human
Nay, Jemadar, but he breathes, said Maun Singh, raising the Lalla.
gpt
Speak, O Toolsee Das! art thou alive?
human
My lords! O my lords! gasped the terrified wretch;
gpt
My thousands, I tell thee! cried the robber hoarsely.
human
Where are the papers that were to bring me thousands? Thou hast concealed them to sell to others. Liar! liar, and base-born coward, as thou art!----Enough, Maun Singh, he continued, in another language, which was not understood either by Fazil Khan or his companion, and which both often thought of afterwards;
gpt
Ay, he is good Bunij, Jemadar, returned the man coolly.
human
Methinks this would have saved trouble long ago, and your worship's getting into a passion. We ate the goor this morning----
gpt
Surely, brother, but no blood. I would not soil my sword with carrion like him; and yours is a certain hand with the handkerchief.
human
Thou wilt not feel it, Lallajee, he said jocularly, but in the strange tongue;
gpt
By Alla and his Prophet! he said to Bulwunt,
human
shouted the young Khan before he could be prevented by his companion.
gpt
Hold! would ye do murder?
human
Hur, Hur, Mahadeo!