human
Why, why, monsieur, do you desire that no one should know where she is? Why keep her existence a secret? Surely there are none who would harm so innocent a little thing as that?
gpt
I will trust you fully. I wish her whereabouts--not her existence, that is already known--kept secret until the time comes that either she shall be in safety out of France or I can be ever near to guard and watch over her; for her life--after mine--stands in the path of others' greed--perhaps of others' ambition. My life first, then hers. I know it, have known it long; until a day or so ago I thought none other knew it----
human
And? she asked, glancing up at him, while she stole her hand into the folds of his cloak and again softly patted the child's little dimpled cheek--
gpt
And, he continued,
human
I am sure now that against her life, or at least her liberty, some attempt will be made--as it will against mine. That, he said, sinking his voice to a whisper,