Chapter

 1 II |     will you venture to blame poor Rastignac for living at
 2 II |       the prick in his heart, poor fellow. But he was a~man
 3 II |     enrich Delphine; he was a poor man, she~a rich woman. Would
 4 II |     how~all things pass away! Poor fellow, ten years ago he
 5 II |    might have love and yet be~poor. And poverty spoils a young
 6 II |   approved by my lady.~ ~"But poor Toby, now that his precise
 7 IV |       for he was the son of a poor clerk who never made more~
 8 IV |      a~beggarly way enough by poor devils; he would buy up
 9 IV |     me too much~in mind of my poor boy.'~ ~" 'I shall go too;
10 IV |          The sacristan to the poor, 'Get away, all of you;
11 IV |    pay~their respects to some poor devil departed, get together
12 IV |       the church. To see some poor~little touch of real sorrow,
13 IV |     he were not dead already! Poor Wilhelmine!' and she began
14 IV |       case~before her, 'Oh my poor children,' cried she, 'who
15 IV |      how is it that we are so poor?" cried Bixiou.~ ~"And why
16 V  |     man's breast! Weak woman, poor me!' all the~latest heart-frippery.
17 V  |    said 'Ferdinand!' When the poor girl's eyes fell on that
18 V  | please to bear in mind~that a poor fellow, heavy with sleep,
19 V  |  matter who is~rich or who is poor, provided that there is
20 VI |      one day when he buried a poor, good man there; it was
21 VI |   Aldriggers, and Beaudenord. Poor little Isaure and Godefroid~
22 VI |      signed~his name.~ ~" 'My poor cousin!' he cried.~ ~" '
23 VII| afraid for her fortune.'~ ~" 'Poor little thing!' said the
24 VII|       the Bourse he came upon poor Matifat, who had three~hundred
25 VII|      come from the lady.~ ~" 'Poor Nucingen!' said the Baroness. '
26 VII|     me! That reminds me of my poor husband! Dear M. de Rastignac,~
27 VII|       boy! Oh! count upon me! Poor~fellow!' and Beaudenord
28 VII|      went along, leaning upon poor Malvina, that model of heroic~