Chapter

 1 I  |     looked on David as his only child, later~he came to regard
 2 I  |   Lucien as a mother spoils her child.~ ~Once, under pressure
 3 I  |         and fresh as those~of a child. Those beautiful eyes looked
 4 II |        the marriage of his dear child, a~marriage which he, doubtless,
 5 III|  calling Victor Hugo "a~sublime child." It depressed her that
 6 III|      there was "another~sublime child," a young poet, a rising
 7 III| represented him to himself~as a child without fortune whom she
 8 III|          she~treated him like a child, to keep him near her; she
 9 III|       was plain~to him.~ ~"Dear child," said Louise, with tender
10 III|       upon her forehead.~ ~"Oh, child! child! if any one should
11 III|         forehead.~ ~"Oh, child! child! if any one should see us,
12 III|      David. While youth bears a child's heart, it is capable~of
13 IV |      husband was as docile as~a child who asks nothing better
14 IV |        anxiety to establish her child, was capable of saying~that
15 V  |   something for us."~ ~"My dear child, M. de Rubempre is just
16 VI |         mad! or they changed my~child at nurse. There is one for
17 VI |    lover's pout of vexation.~ ~"Child!" she exclaimed, laughing
18 VI |         this favor many a grown child is content to~bask instead
19 VI |       must eclipse "the sublime~child," and Lamartine, and Sir
20 VII|         affection for the great child; and when the~carriage gateway