human
Turn his face up, she said,
gpt
The servants doing as she bade them, and parting also the long hair that fell over the face, the woman gave a start and muttered under her lips,
human
My God! And at the same time, beneath her patches and powder, she turned very pale.
gpt
Is he dead?
human
I think not, my lady, one of the men said who was kneeling beside the man in the road.
gpt
His heart beats. It may be a vertigo or the heat of the sun. Certainly he is not dead.
human
Take him up, she said,
gpt
Where, madame, shall we place him? the lackey asked, who had first spoken.
human
With the _corps-de-garde_, my lady?
gpt
No; bring him to my house. He shall be attended to there. He--he may be a gentleman, and the _corps-de-garde_ are rough. We will attend to him. Now bid the coachman drive on, and follow at once; do not lag with him, or you shall be punished.