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  1 2 |            that woman is as noble a mother as she is a wife; she is~
  2 3 |          Kergarouet-Pen-Hoel, their mother, would bestow upon him.
  3 3 |          parish of~Guerande, to the mother of Henri V.~ ~Mademoiselle
  4 4 |          And what is it?" asked the mother.~ ~"Oh! that of a trollop,"
  5 4 |           the beautiful eyes of the mother, he~was moved to compassion.~ ~"
  6 4 |             change in my Calyste? A mother keenly feels~the shock of
  7 4 |            is it certain?" said the mother. "How could any woman help
  8 5 |                  V CALYSTE~The poor mother returned to the salon deeply
  9 5 |           to make them forgetful of mother, family,~country, and self-interests.
 10 5 |            had been nurtured by his mother with the utmost~care. Until
 11 5 |    footsteps as a little child, the mother had~put him with all his
 12 5 |           proved as maternal as~the mother. Without being over-pious
 13 5 |             wounded feelings of the mother, who~lived as much for the
 14 5 |     resounded in the lane. The poor mother,~in whose heart rejoicing
 15 5 |          grieved voice, "my darling mother, why did~you sit up for
 16 5 |        other respects resembled~his mother; he had her beautiful golden
 17 5 |             velvet like that of his~mother's gown, trimmed with silver
 18 5 |           painful thoughts; but his mother, incapable of supposing~
 19 5 |             first place, he had his mother's~beauty constantly before
 20 5 |           pure cheeks," thought his mother, "where the rich~ ~young
 21 5 |          should have a coat and the mother a gown of velvet; but Fanny~
 22 5 |              my dear~one," said the mother at last, in an agitated
 23 5 |         agitated tone.~ ~"Yes, dear mother," he answered, offering
 24 5 |        answer brought clouds to his mother's brow, and~she resolved
 25 5 |           repressing her~tears.~ ~A mother who does not know all that
 26 5 |            the worst;~that is, if a mother loves as much and is as
 27 5 |         slept till mid-day, for his mother would not have~him wakened.
 28 5 |         discreet," said the jealous mother, observing the red flush
 29 5 |          son's forehead.~ ~"My dear mother," said Calyste, kneeling
 30 5 |           she might very well be my~mother; that a woman of forty committed
 31 5 |         suddenly, and looked at his mother.~ ~"Mother," he said, "Camille
 32 5 |            looked at his mother.~ ~"Mother," he said, "Camille is my
 33 5 |            he learn them?" said the mother; "at Les Touches."~ ~"Yes,
 34 5 |        Touches."~ ~"Yes, my darling mother; she found me ignorant as
 35 5 |                 My angel," said the mother, weeping, "I foresee some
 36 5 |          Calyste, whispering in his mother's ear, "it is~impossible
 37 6 |          was two years old when her mother died,~killed by grief, a
 38 6 |            known neither father~nor mother; she had been her own mistress
 39 7 |    Mademoiselle des Touches was the mother of his intellect. She was
 40 7 |            poor lad, bored like his mother with the pleasures of~/mouche/,
 41 7 |             will find him."~ ~"Your mother would be in mortal terror.
 42 7 |          would be a woman like your mother, Calyste.' To~have a Calyste,
 43 8 |          human religion.~ ~When his mother saw him entering the court-yard
 44 8 |          his black velvet coat, the mother, still so beautiful, and
 45 8 |          flowed to the heart of the mother as if some gleam had~lighted
 46 8 |          Yes, indeed you will, dear mother," he replied. "She has shown
 47 8 |           has been,~as it were, the mother of my intellect."~ ~"I cannot
 48 8 |            said,~'It will make your mother so uneasy.'"~ ~"Did she
 49 8 |             he said, casting on his mother one of those looks~which
 50 8 |         Guerande, and it is you, my mother! The~birds of my beautiful
 51 8 |            months. The three~women, mother, aunt, and Mariotte, shared
 52 8 |       Maupin's kitchen, just~as his mother and aunt strove to hold
 53 8 |           more perspicacious than a mother," replied Claude Vignon,~
 54 8 |            way," said this adorable mother. "What were you~talking
 55 8 |             last he came in.~ ~"Oh, mother, I have never before spent
 56 8 |           it."~ ~Calyste kissed his mother's hand as if it was a sacred
 57 9 |            surprised~his father and mother by going off in the morning
 58 9 |            But remembering what his mother had told him, he saw~Mademoiselle
 59 9 |             he entered the hall~his mother gave him, with a rather
 60 9 |      Calyste gave the letter to his mother and departed.~ ~"Who are
 61 9 |         beautiful as you, except my mother, and I am not master of
 62 10|         said, "it is late, and your mother will~be uneasy."~ ~Calyste
 63 10|         silence~reigned, he saw his mother through the window, as she
 64 10|            answer, Calyste took his mother in his arms, and kissed
 65 10| opportunities to see her," said his mother.~ ~"Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel
 66 10|            a tender farewell to his mother.~ ~"Dear treasure!" she
 67 10|              raised her eyes to her mother~with the air of a little
 68 10|                 You are a fortunate mother and" began Camille, stopping
 69 10|  satisfaction.~ ~"What an idea your mother has had," said the old maid,
 70 10|      Charlotte, who keenly felt her mother's absurdity, looked at her,~
 71 10|     marquise, indifferently.~ ~"His mother is Irish,an O'Brien," continued
 72 10|             the~town. They left the mother and daughter at the end
 73 10|       arrival of~the company to his mother and aunt, who expected them
 74 10|          heartily at the~provincial mother and daughter, judging by
 75 10|      Charlotte's coquetries and her mother's attentions were gaining
 76 10|          cried Calyste, kissing his mother~ ~violently as she followed
 77 11|        tenderness, as~he kissed his mother. Mademoiselle des Touches
 78 11|             what was passing in the~mother's mind. The Chevalier du
 79 11|       Wednesday~you were afraid his mother would be angry; Thursday
 80 11|   Mademoiselle des~Touches; but his mother, who had gone on several
 81 11|           tapestry. One morning his mother implored him to~give up
 82 12|           to it. At ten o'clock his mother,~uneasy at his absence,
 83 12|             to his poor, astonished mother. To her the old mansion
 84 12|        strong emotions, it made~the mother weep, as she said to her
 85 12|             letter? He followed his mother back into the salon with
 86 12|      himself on the ground that his mother expected him, and he~left
 87 12|                My child, you have a mother who has shown you what you
 88 12|     curiosity compelled the anxious mother to read~it. This act of
 89 12|          will be ever~beautiful. My mother is a saint. I do not blame
 90 12|            not love~her. She is the mother of my intellect; nothing
 91 12|            can reach your heart! My mother,~who loves you, might some
 92 12|      Ireland is full of~castles; my mother's family will lend us one.
 93 12|                 What are you doing, mother?" said Calyste, entering
 94 13|          you, my Calyste?" said his mother.~ ~"Nothing," he replied,
 95 14|             There are my father and mother," said the young man to
 96 14|      thought it?~with the bounteous mother, the comforter of troubled
 97 14|           you could see me then. My mother~weeps for my suffering."~ ~"
 98 14|          followed her."~ ~"And your mother?" Then, after a pause, she
 99 15|          evening sitting beside his mother. The rector, the~Chevalier
100 16|      silence, his gravity, made his mother very~anxious. After about
101 16|             Calyste~sat between his mother and the little Breton girl,
102 16|         ignorance of his father and mother and all their friends; he~
103 16|             grief I~should cause my mother, I would have flung myself
104 16|           the~morning, he found his mother awaiting him with her worsted-work.
105 16|           with attentionexcept your mother, who has~something of Madame
106 16|          was gentle and kind to his mother only. The baroness watched~
107 16|       thinness to want of food. His mother implored him to eat.~Calyste
108 16|             despair of his soul.~ ~"Mother," he said, "there is no
109 16|              But on this day, while~mother and son still sat on the
110 16|      Camille that the poor stricken mother owed the first~motion of
111 16|     Mademoiselle des Touches to the mother, who~pressed her hands and
112 17|           without repugnance to his~mother when she reminded him of
113 17|          without self-seeking, as a mother loves her son, as the Church~
114 17|           let me play the part of a mother to you; your own~mother
115 17|             mother to you; your own~mother will not be jealous of this
116 17|            at parting,~ ~"You are a mother, though you have only had
117 17|            letters of Sabine to her mother will depict a situation
118 17|          Women." Her letters to her mother during the honeymoon, of~
119 17|            can only be~trusted to a mother.~ ~Calyste married, dear
120 17|            you thought. Ah! my dear~mother, what experience we acquire
121 17|         mythological. Dear,~beloved mother, could you ever have supposed
122 17|            tell me~the truth. Well, mother,for I can tell all to a
123 17|             for I can tell all to a mother as tender~as you,I was deeply
124 17|            Do you blame me, darling mother, for having wished to~reconnoitre
125 17|            that?" you will ask. Ah!~mother dear, I have seen too much
126 17|         take your place to me, dear mother, and, as often happens when~
127 17|     absolutely, with the folly of a mother, who thinks that all~her
128 17|        write~you on my return, dear mother. I shall have nothing more
129 17|        castle! The~rector came out, mother, with all his clergy, crowned
130 17|            thinking?' Certainly the mother of the novices has no~conception
131 17|     children, let him respect their mother in youand," she~added, in
132 17|            you warned me.~ ~But oh! mother, it is impossible for me
133 17|            I only cling to it, as a mother~presses her infant to her
134 18|          fortunate for me to have a mother, a heart on~which to cry
135 18|       Beatrice!/~ ~Already, dearest mother, I am forced to keep one
136 18|            hear the explosion~ ~Oh, mother! I am not loved with the
137 18|           than in the future.~ ~Ah! mother, pity me, though at this
138 18|             considered happy by her mother and sister, who saw in Calyste'
139 18|         think, not to be~wholly the mother of the child of an idolized
140 18|           of material life, and her mother~had frequently send her
141 18|           but she's as~brown as her mother the Portuguese, not to say
142 19|           the child was better; the mother's uneasiness~subsided, and
143 19|             by a presentDear little~mother," he said aloud, taking
144 19|         artists have worked, and my mother and aunt Zephirine have~
145 19|             of the injured wife and mother her maid ran in.~After she
146 19|          Sabine, holding out to her mother the fatal letter.~ ~"That!"
147 19|           be titled."~ ~The prudent mother threw the unlucky paper
148 19|          words made the doctor, the mother, and the viscountess tremble,~
149 20|           in her friend,~nor in the mother who had so charitably deceived
150 21|           The duchess,~an excellent mother, though her piety was becoming
151 21|             sister Clotilde and~her mother had caressed and petted
152 21|           remain unmarried, to be a mother to her little Calyste, the
153 21|          dupe of such grimaces! Oh, mother! oh, my dear~Clotilde! I
154 21|         duchess to her daughter, "a mother must of course~see life
155 21|           While Athenais kissed her mother, Clotilde leaned~over Sabine
156 21|           with you to-morrow. If my mother's conscience won't let her
157 21|               And if we do triumph, mother, we shall only save the
158 22|         Having lost both father and mother and~being without a home
159 22|             surprising in that; her mother was a~Barnheim of Baden,
160 23|         thousand francs a~year; his mother still being alive and possessing
161 23|            are the daughters of one~mother, Vanity. It is not thus
162 24|           finds in Madame~Schontz a mother who is all the more a mother
163 24|        mother who is all the more a mother because maternity is, as~
164 24|     ignorant of everything, my dear mother," interposed~d'Ajuda.~ ~
165 25|              But you do not know my~mother; she would never consent
166 25|          Perhaps I could appease my mother, and obtain her consent."~ ~"
167 26|           Fabien~has written to his mother that grace has enlightened
168 26|              and had written to his mother begging her to send him
169 26|          club, Calyste, to whom his mother had~forwarded thirty thousand
170 26|      radiant with happiness, to her mother; "we have been playing the
171 26|             duchess,~ ~"I am loved, mother, and forever!"~ ~ ~ ~