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1 2 | would rush with the joy of a child to show his masters the~
2 4 | Besides, Calyste is our child, our pupil,he will never
3 4 | ideas, a fervent Catholic, a child who has lived as a lamb
4 5 | rectorwould have upon her~only child, until then so guileless;
5 5 | his footsteps as a little child, the mother had~put him
6 5 | be the first time. Poor~child!"~ ~At that moment Calyste'
7 5 | You know very well, my child, that I cannot sleep when
8 5 | You are tired, dear child; go to bed," she said, repressing
9 5 | Mariotte served the spoiled child's breakfast in his bed.~
10 5 | knew all that, my naughty child, and you never~said one
11 5 | are~yourself. I am now her child. On her return here lately,
12 5 | like ordinary lives."~ ~"My child," said the religious Fanny, "
13 6 | the~heart and soul of the child. This depravity of the intellect,
14 7 | him," he replied.~ ~"Dear child!" she said, taking his hand
15 7 | smiling. "Besides, dear child, I /want/~to love. In spite
16 7 | to myself. But alas! dear~child, a woman cannot stand alone
17 7 | fortune to your heirs."~ ~"Child!" answered Camille, in a
18 8 | Conti would~perform. My dear child, I saw in one week actual
19 8 | will be entrapped, my dear~child, by his catlike manners,
20 8 | are enchanting. The poor child attaches~herself to me as
21 8 | marry Calyste.~ ~"Oh! my child!" she said, taking him in
22 8 | adored you," he said.~ ~"Dear child! perhaps it is a little
23 9 | dear Calyste, you are a child. Would you have died for~
24 9 | one-half the value of that child's homage. Let us sing this~
25 10| X DRAMA~"What is it, my child?" said Claude Vignon, who
26 10| you are not yourself, my child," said the baroness, looking
27 10| goose. She~was the petted child of the family on account
28 11| instinct of distrust.~ ~"My child," she said, "if you want
29 11| you will fail. You are a child; you know~nothing of women;
30 11| Go now," she said, "my child; and tell your viscountess
31 11| Calyste's book.~ ~"To-day, my child, I shall ask you to stay
32 11| angelic soul of~that dear child, you would understand me.
33 11| what I have never~been,a child! I am sure of him, but I
34 12| What~can I be to you? A child, attracted by effulgence
35 12| a prayer?the prayer of a child who only~asks that his Light
36 12| her tender voice,~ ~"My child, you are not happy."~ ~This
37 12| Calyste.~ ~You are a noble child, but you are only a child.
38 12| child, but you are only a child. You are bound to~Camille,
39 12| be at this~moment.~ ~My child, you have a mother who has
40 12| abandon her husband and child, and yet preserve a soul
41 12| said the baroness. "Ah, my child,~how dangerous are women
42 13| that of this~youth, this child. Beatrix had loved more
43 13| Camille was giving to~her child, whom she loved with an
44 13| was~being managed like a child. During dinner the battle
45 14| behind, as~they dress a child. For some time Beatrix and
46 14| once more a little girl, a child,~such as I was at fourteen
47 14| lowest of women,then, my child, my adored child," she said,
48 14| then, my child, my adored child," she said, taking~his hand, "
49 15| asked of Camille.~ ~"Dear child, you don't know as yet the
50 15| represent you to her as a child ambitious to have a marquise~
51 16| Calyste, on the mall,~ ~"My child, I have a hundred and forty /
52 16| of October the cherished child of the house could~no longer
53 17| born to be,~innocent, and a child. I have washed my robes
54 17| grandeur and his honor. Dear child~of my soul, let me play
55 17| their right; he is an only child, I remember that. But,~between
56 17| times more unhappy. But, my child, tell me," she asked,~ceasing
57 17| after a pause. "But,~my child, make no mistake; do yourself
58 17| happiness lasting, try,~my dear child, to give him something of
59 17| usury and prodigality, my child, is~economy. Study, therefore,
60 17| property."~ ~"Why?" I asked.~ ~"Child!" she answered, "Les Touches
61 18| another, exactly like a child who is looking for some
62 18| certainty I seek that, like a~child, I put my hands before my
63 18| wholly the mother of the child of an idolized husband?~ ~
64 18| duty of nursing her first child~would come to an end. Calyste,
65 18| crying of the~newly weaned child, Calyste, on whose forehead
66 18| Calyste, thank you, my poor child; that is how a true~friend
67 18| who~certainly loved his child, quivered with joy on learning
68 18| her so well!~ ~"My dear child," she said, "that's a woman
69 19| The next morning the child was better; the mother's
70 19| monster, and~he played like a child with Monsieur le chevalier;
71 19| nursed and cradled your child! I'd like to see that grand
72 19| being innocent?"~ ~"My dear child," said the duchess, who
73 19| what comes of nursing a child," said Dommanget brutally,
74 20| the nursing of her first~child she reappears in the world
75 20| income.~ ~Your letter, dear child as dearly loved as if I
76 20| her arms to dance him. The child, just~awakened, sought the
77 21| little Calyste, the finest~child that any royal race could
78 21| only a poor little artless child; I~care only for Calyste.
79 21| worthy of her~love."~ ~"My child," said the duchess to her
80 21| Brossette. We shall not wait, my child, till you are /in extremis/~
81 21| new trouble is there, my child?"~ ~"Mamma, I am lost!"~ ~"
82 21| But your soul, my unhappy child? Suicide is a mortal sin."~ ~"
83 21| understand? She may give him a child. And if Calyste loved~the
84 21| And if Calyste loved~the child of that woman more than
85 21| repeated the abbe. "Save your child."~ ~The worthy duchess,
86 22| de Rochefide, now an~only child in consequence of the death
87 22| without resources, the poor child was not~dismissed from the
88 22| dainties and pocket-money~the child who called her his "little
89 25| body unobserved.~ ~"My dear child," said Maxime, coming in
90 25| ambition.~ ~"Remember, my dear child," she said, "the respect
91 26| necessary."~ ~"Oh, my dear child," said La Palferine, "we
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