human
The dawn breaks, he murmured to himself, as, although heavily chained both at the feet and hands, he leaned against the window and gazed far away over the roofs of the houses to, across the Seine, where the mists rose in the fields--
gpt
Yes, so best. My last chance, last hope of life was gone when M. de Mortemart trusted me--let me ride by his side a free man instead of bound. Then I knew I must go on--come on--to this. I could have stabbed him to the heart more than once--have perhaps evaded even his three men--have escaped--been free--but how! By treachery unparalleled, by murder and deceit! And, afterward, a life of reproach and self-contempt. No! better this--better that wheel below than such a freedom!