human
Those are not Saint Domingo hounds,
gpt
No, indeed!--Home, all of you! Run for your lives! No questions, but run! Therese, leave me! I command you.--If this is your doing, Vincent--
human
Upon my soul, it is not. I know nothing about it.--Home, ladies, as fast as possible!
gpt
My children! exclaimed Madame Bellair.
human
I can find them, if you will only tell me the danger,--what is the danger?
gpt
You hear those hounds. They are Cuba bloodhounds, said Dessalines.
human
The fear is that they are leading an enemy over the hills.