human
You call me murderer, said Obenreizer, with a grim laugh.
gpt
The name matters very little. But at least I have set my life against yours, for I am surrounded by dangers, and may never make my way out of this place. The _Tourmente_ is rising again. The snow is on the whirl. I must have the papers now. Every moment has my life in it.
human
Stop! cried Vendale, in a terrible voice, staggering up with a last flash of fire breaking out of him, and clutching the thievish hands at his breast, in both of his.
gpt
Stop! Stand away from me! God bless my Marguerite! Happily she will never know how I died. Stand off from me, and let me look at your murderous face. Let it remind me--of something--left to say.