Chapter

 1 II  |      music in the chapel."~ ~"Oh!" said the General, with
 2 II  |      an~entirely novel peril. Oh! how precious words, looks,
 3 III |       have never loved me"~ ~"Oh, my brother!"~ ~"You do
 4 V   |    Marquis de~Montriveau."~ ~"Oh! is it he?"~ ~She took up
 5 VI  |          Then may I stay?"~ ~"Oh, I should be very sorry
 6 VI  |       to kiss your scarf."~ ~"Oh, fie!" she said, with a
 7 VI  |       such nothings as these! Oh, the Duchess understood
 8 VI  |       I was wrong, my friend. Oh, it is wrong of a woman
 9 VI  |      no man attaches himself? Oh, she is~heartless, brainless,
10 VII |        if I were free, if"~ ~"Oh! is it only your husband
11 VII |   chafed; his yoke~was heavy. Oh! at that, possessed by the
12 VII |      to ask one question."~ ~"Oh! you are questioning me!
13 VII |     anyone in this world."~ ~"Oh!" she cried, rising to her
14 VII |      these are~your thoughts! Oh! you calculate, and you
15 VIII|     puts them into my mouth. ~Oh, me! it is not I who speaks,
16 VIII|        Are you not happy?"~ ~"Oh yes, I am happy when I have
17 VIII|      heart."~ ~"DOUBTS? Fie!--Oh, fie on you!"~ ~"Doubts
18 VIII|     arms about your neck."~ ~"Oh! if you have doubts of me
19 VIII|     favour in your sight?"~ ~"Oh, I should think so. Come,"
20 VIII|      to me on this point?"~ ~"Oh! do you call a woman's right
21 VIII|    absolutely require it?"~ ~"Oh! then you would prove that
22 VIII|          I shall have it."~ ~"Oh! you would do me a great
23 VIII|     the lovely face that?"~ ~"Oh! indeed I should, but less
24 IX  |  clapping her hands for joy. "Oh no,~no! I would have the
25 IX  |     into hell again. And yet, oh my friend, I love you~as
26 IX  |    gifts, it is a vile world! Oh, I wish I~were a simple
27 IX  |   high rank, as men count it. Oh, my Armand, there~are noble,
28 IX  | touched.~ ~"Do you smoke?"~ ~"Oh, what would I not do to
29 IX  |      that it was~all right.~ ~Oh the dreadful reaction of
30 IX  |      very pleasant. Pleasant? oh, that~no one can deny, but--
31 IX  |     the Lilies of France."~ ~"Oh! not quite so bad," said
32 X   |      my long sorrow. Regrets? Oh, my Armand, may I~never
33 X   |       in her friend's memory? Oh! my one and only love, let~
34 X   |      you why I love you now. ~Oh! certainly it flattered
35 X   |       the fatal~threshold.~ ~"Oh, God!" the cry broke from
36 X   |       see~us, heard her say, `Oh, God!' so that it went to
37 X   |     lost her, and I love her. Oh! if my~life were my own,