Chapter

 1 II |      at thirty sous~apiece, my dear boy) he supplied at the
 2 III|        on his own~whims. Well, dear boys, when Godefroid came
 3 III|       funds are now at par, my dear boy,' quoth~d'Aiglemont; '
 4 III|   ardent brunette.~Firewood is dear, you see.~ ~"Isaure, white
 5 IV |   Therein lies all literature, dear boy. Clarissa is a masterpiece,~
 6 IV |   complications; there was our dear les Lupeaulx,~for instance,
 7 IV |     quite twenty years old, my dear fellow. Old~d'Aldrigger
 8 IV |      it,it was all sacred, all dear to him.~It is only your
 9 V  |        A pleasant time to you,~dear girls.' Their friends among
10 V  |          said Blondet, "but my dear fellow, this is not~telling
11 V  |       read her heart; as rare (dear me!) in Paris as the Singing~
12 V  |    know the secret between us. Dear Godefroid, never~mention
13 V  |     chance~upon an angle. Yes, dear boy, such and such a philistine
14 V  |         good-humored fashion. 'Dear child, please to bear in
15 VI |        the matter with you, my dear~fellow? You look gloomy
16 VII|        slow in coming, and the dear Baron is hard up. That is
17 VII|      to see him through.'~ ~" 'Dear me! That reminds me of my
18 VII| reminds me of my poor husband! Dear M. de Rastignac,~how you
19 VII|        and promises. 'What! my dear boy! Oh! count upon me!