human
Youma, O Youma! you will love my child?--Youma, you will never leave her, whatever happens, while she is little? promise, dear Youma!
gpt
puts up a ladder. Youma hands him Mayotte.
human
Can you save her?
gpt
Then you cannot save me! cried Youma, clasping the child to her bosom,--
human
Youma, in the name of God....
gpt
In the name of God, you ask me to be a coward!... Are you vile, Gabriel?--are you base?... Save myself and leave the child to burn?... Go!
human
Leave the _béké's yche_!--leave it!--leave it, girl!
gpt
cried Youma, retreating beyond the reach of Gabriel's hand,--
human
Burn with it, then! howled the negroes ...
gpt
There is now neither hate nor fear on her fine face.