Chapter

 1 VII |      Suzette."~ ~"Then you are ill," exclaimed Montriveau.~ ~"
 2 VIII|     cornac, was abstracted and ill at~ease. M. de Ronquerolles
 3 IX  |        would not wish to think ill of you. ~Why are those men
 4 IX  |      she gave out~that she was ill, to gain a dispensation
 5 IX  | believing that the Duchess~was ill, seeing that she grew thinner
 6 IX  |        Tornthon?"~ ~"No, he is ill. I am very much afraid I
 7 IX  |     But yesterday she~was very ill indeed; they had given her
 8 IX  |     that~no one can deny, but--ill regulated to the last degree.
 9 IX  |   destroy that belief, however ill~grounded it may be, you
10 X   |       to you? Ah! do not think ill of~me if I keep a gleam