human
exclaimed Madame Pitou.
gpt
The saint replies!
human
Like every magician, you achieve your effect by the simplest of contrivances--when one peeps behind the scenes, said Ingersoll.
gpt
Old Père Jean, custodian of the chapel, who will meet us at the summit, keeps a boy on guard, so that all good pilgrims may be put in the right frame of mind by hearing the bell accidentally. The boy saw our girls first, and then spied us. Hence the double tolling. Now, Madame, crush me! I can see lightning in your eye.
human
Mark my words, Monsieur Ingersoll, the saint will send that dealer, and he will certainly be mad, since none but a lunatic would pay a thousand francs for any picture of yours.
gpt
Run her up, for Heaven's sake, Tollemache! he cried in English.
human
Her tongue has scarified me every day for eighteen years, and age cannot wither, nor custom stale, its infinite variety.