human
Who art thou, knave? Speak, cried the chief, sternly, again raising his voice and checking his laughter.
gpt
Who art thou?
human
There now, make a salaam to the 'Lion of the Jungle' (as the chief was called among his people), said Lukshmun, raising the right hand of the Lalla to his head, which dropped helplessly.
gpt
Ah, I see he is ashamed, poor man, of his naked head. There, Lallajee, and he wound the turban round his head hastily, giving it a ludicrous cock to one side, increasing, if possible, the grotesque expression of the features--
human
he added in a whisper.
gpt
Get up, and don't be afraid.
human
Amān, amān!--Mercy, mercy!
gpt
Who art thou, knave? cried Pahar Singh again.
human
Whence art thou come? Give a good account of thyself. Let go of him, rascals! he continued to the men who held him;
gpt
Maharaj, cried Lukshmun beseechingly to the chief,
human
he continued, to Amrut Rao,