human
Wine-sacks, by the living jingo!
gpt
Wine-sacks--in a Moslem city? demanded the Master.
human
Impossible!
gpt
What else are these, sir?
human
Well, by Allah!
gpt
Sacrificial wine, put in Leclair, at his elbow.
human
See the red seals, with the imprint of the star and crescent, here and here? He touched a seal with his finger.
gpt
Rare old wine, I'll wager!
human
Wine! gulped the major, whose excitable nerves had been frayed to madness.
gpt
Wine, by God! Faith, but it's the royal thirst I have on me! Who's got a knife?
human
We of the Flying Legion are going to die, sober men! There'll be no debauchery--no tradition handed down among those Moslem swine that they butchered us, drunk. If any of you men want to die right now, broach one of those wine-sacks!