human
Well out! cried Marion Lascelles, her voice still harsh and strident, her accent defiant and contemptuous.
gpt
Well out to sea! Yes, after traversing that fever-stricken city from one end to the other to reach the docks. How shall we accomplish that; how will you, who must accompany us? You! You, too! Can we pass through Marseilles unharmed? Can you? and again she emphasised the
human
while striking terror into the men's hearts and making them quake as they sat on their horses or reclined in the carts.
gpt
All are doomed. We, the prisoners. You, the gaolers.