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1 2 | miserly for the household, cried out:~ ~"Oh, fy! does my
2 3 | Mademoiselle de Pen-~Hoel," cried the old maid, eagerly.~ ~"
3 3 | Welcome, chevalier!" cried Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel.~ ~"
4 4 | daughter of 'Grand-Jacques,'" cried the chevalier, who had lived~
5 4 | her~head.~ ~"Mistigris!" cried Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel,
6 4 | Sunday."~ ~"Don't do that!" cried the baroness. "The peasants
7 5 | it for her boy.~ ~"Oh!" cried Calyste, in a grieved voice, "
8 5 | Who is making Fanny weep?" cried the old man, waking with
9 7 | What is the matter?" cried Calyste.~ ~"He has not returned,"
10 7 | You are an angel!" she cried. Then she gaily sang the "
11 7 | be beautiful at sixty," cried Calyste, heroically.~ ~"
12 7 | Oh! forgive me," she cried. "How can I heedlessly deprave
13 8 | brunettesWell, well!"~she cried, "pray don't fall in love
14 8 | Vignon, dryly.~ ~"Oh," she cried, shrugging her shoulders, "
15 8 | in her~eyes.~ ~"Mamma!" cried Calyste, on whose forehead
16 8 | their beards too long," cried~Calyste.~ ~"And I am very
17 9 | Oh! the adorable heart!" cried Camille. "Conti, you will
18 10| more than~one."~ ~"Loved!" cried Calyste, springing up, and
19 10| fatigue."~ ~"What a sentence!" cried Camille. "Am I not a woman?
20 10| await you."~ ~"Sufferings!" cried Camille Maupin, taking Calyste'
21 10| What has happened?" cried Fanny, seeing his emotion,
22 10| It is you I love, you!" cried Calyste,"you, who live for
23 10| amuse himself, sister," cried the baron. "Yesterday he~
24 10| the coach from Nazaire," cried Gasselin~presently.~ ~"Mademoiselle
25 10| t take me ten minutes," cried Calyste, kissing his mother~ ~
26 11| cannot be possible!" he cried, again clasping his~hands
27 11| what you are saying to me," cried~Calyste, looking at Camille
28 11| is made."~ ~"What is it?" cried Beatrix, with an eagerness
29 11| Not go to Les Touches!" he cried.~ ~"Oh! yes, yes, go! do
30 11| look so, my darling!" she cried, kissing him~on the eyes
31 11| you really risk Calyste?" cried the marquise, laughing,
32 11| binding attachment?"~ ~"Oh!" cried Calyste, "if you mean Camille,
33 11| with his idol.~ ~"Calyste!" cried Camille, angrily, suddenly
34 12| every reason to adore her?" cried Calyste.~ ~"But where will
35 12| dog!"~ ~"Oh, hush!" she cried.~ ~"I'm mute. Ah! in the
36 12| wind that~day whenOh!" he cried, interrupting himself, "
37 13| the matter, my dear?" she cried.~ ~"Nothing. Well, then,
38 13| and yet you cast him off!" cried Camille. "Ah! that is~not
39 14| would quickly end."~ ~"End!" cried Calyste.~ ~The marquise
40 14| never belong to any man!" cried Calyste, pushing her from~
41 14| one word to you."~ ~"Ah!" cried Camille, seeing the expression
42 15| approached us."~ ~"Joking her!" cried the impetuous youth, starting
43 15| more her~master."~ ~"Ah!" cried Calyste, "he does not love
44 15| it was~another matter," cried Camille. "I am incapable
45 15| you think you triumph!" cried Beatrix.~ ~Anger distorted
46 16| forgotten to put in your stake!"~cried Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel. "
47 16| of flying there"~ ~"Ah!" cried the baroness.~ ~"With Beatrix,"
48 16| and see Calyste."~ ~"She!" cried old Zephirine, "the author
49 16| that I may get~out of it," cried the old woman passionately. "
50 16| That you should live!" cried the baron.~ ~"I cannot live
51 16| Paris?~There is still time," cried the baroness.~ ~"A hundred /
52 16| A hundred /louis!/" cried Zephirine; "will that save
53 16| hundred and four /louis/," cried Zephirine.~"Is that enough?"~ ~"
54 16| Come, Calyste."~ ~"Yes," cried Calyste, springing up, "
55 18| set foot in Les Touches!"cried my aunt~Zephirine, shaking
56 18| the fortune~of a convent," cried the Chevalier du Halga. "
57 18| messenger."~ ~"And now," cried Calyste, rising like a happy
58 19| blind for a few moments, and~cried aloud, "I am dying!"~ ~At
59 19| Trust me, Sabine," she~cried. "Wait for my return; I
60 19| viscountess.~ ~"Let us go to her!" cried the duchess.~ ~Fortunately
61 19| Thirty thousand francs!" cried Ursula, in a silly tone.~ ~"
62 19| day after my fall!" she~cried. "Why did you not tell me
63 21| ever be as silly as that!" cried Athenais,~naively.~ ~"Ah,
64 22| lucky man, my dear marquis," cried old Prince Galathionne~as
65 24| What! are you married?" cried d'Ajuda.~ ~ ~"I shall be
66 24| Ah! Madame la duchesse," cried Maxime, visibly touched, "
67 24| will not compromise you," cried Maxime. "I esteem you~too
68 24| The vilest actions!" cried the duchess, interrupting
69 24| may be your accomplice," cried the~duchess, with a naivete
70 25| are after my own heart!" cried Maxime. "No, that's not
71 25| Ah! I was not mistaken!" cried Maxime. "Do you think I'
72 25| to go into a convent?" cried Maxime. "After you, God.
73 25| the bye, he bears arms," cried Aurelie, hunting for a letter
74 25| live in that little town!" cried Aurelie,~philosophically. "
75 25| you I can do it blind," cried Fabien, intoxicated~by the
76 25| preparing for yourself!"~cried Maxime.~ ~"It is eleven
77 26| it was /she/, was it?" cried Beatrix; "I will make her
78 26| surprise us."~ ~"Well," cried Maxime, "go on; what happened?
79 26| you/'"~ ~"I see! I see!" cried Madame Schontz. "I'll be
80 26| salon.~ ~"Ah! Charles," she cried, expecting what had happened, "
81 26| upon him in advance," she cried, throwing~her arms around
82 26| back to me!'"~ ~"Ah! yes," cried Calyste, "she was right;
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