Chapter

 1 I  |    widower with but one son. The~boy he sent to the grammar school;
 2 I  |       and so~distinctly gave the boy to understand that he was
 3 I  |      direction.~ ~"Read that, my boy," said Jerome-Nicolas, rolling
 4 I  | new-fangled~articles.~ ~"Aha! my boy, Paris is Paris, and the
 5 I  |      that in him lay to give his boy and girl a good~education;
 6 I  |       science had stimulated the boy,~and at first induced him
 7 II |     notion; and as for~sending a boy to Paris, it was sending
 8 III|          anger that captivates a boy; she reproached him~for
 9 III|         Lucien was too much of a boy to analyze his lady-love;
10 VI |        them.--"You are brave, my boy," she~added, looking at
11 VI |     David.~ ~"Why, is it you, my boy? How come you to be out
12 VI |          Nothing of the sort, my boy. Marry; I give you my~consent,
13 VI |        of book-~learning! Send a boy to school, forsooth! Oh!
14 VI |         is very~rich, is she, my boy?" and the old vinegrower
15 VI |  one-quarter owing, you know, my boy; that~is two thousand seven
16 VI |      that trouble you much?~Dear boy, lovers are for each other
17 VI |          at her~feet.~ ~The poor boy cried in earnest at the
18 VII|          the first hare-~brained boy who flings himself at her
19 VII|       come in just as I~told the boy to get up again. A woman,
20 VII|     position. I was treating the boy as he deserved. If~the young