human
A jest! A jest! screamed Ferraud of shrill voice, his waxen face regaining colour as he wagged his hand at the dwarf.
gpt
Masters, behold Gaudriole! Liar, hunchback, bastard! Were you used as you deserve you would hang from the roof-tree. Masters, come back. There are no English within a thousand miles.
human
What found ye outside, my soldiers? chuckled Gaudriole, as the men of Mars tumbled disorderedly into the cabaret.
gpt
There is the wind. The west wind, which the Indians say brings all that a man may wish for. Comrades, did ye find the wind?
human
Buffoon of the pit! cried Laroche, striding up and shaking the dwarf until his head rolled.
gpt
Would make a laughing-stock of his Majesty's brave men, deformed imp of darkness? Come forth now and sing to us. Sing to us, I say, lest I beat your crooked shape into a lath.