Part, Chapter
1 I,I | of her impressions, the poor woman had the~supernatural
2 I,I | place without~telling me,--poor sheep! He never slept away
3 I,I | t~froth up his religion. Poor dear cat! he creeps to Mass
4 I,I | have got any enemies, my poor Birotteau?"~ ~"Why, yes,
5 I,I | receipt of the late queen,--poor, dear, august victim! The
6 I,I | through all that time, like a poor~dog in his kennel. Isn't
7 I,I | can make his~fortune. The poor Ragonines look to me half-starved
8 I,I | on. (Day after day that poor household wrings my heart
9 I,II | birth to the last, and the poor man did~not long survive
10 I,II | off~seemed charming to the poor shop-boy, who, unless hindered
11 I,II | perspective.~Sometimes the poor lad felt with pain that
12 I,II | Colonnnes, and several other poor creatures who flattened
13 I,II | the purchase was made. The poor clerk had had little to~
14 I,II | and~willing to serve the poor in spirit. Vauquelin accordingly
15 I,II | Imagine the~happiness of the poor parvenu peasant as he listened
16 I,II | civil condition. In~1793 a poor girl of Tillet, a village
17 I,II | because they have seemed poor in~dignity, enormous as
18 I,III| point of fact~comparatively poor. He set a watch on the notary,
19 I,III| he well knew it. But to a poor devil who was~despondently
20 I,III| capable of anything.~ ~"Poor boy!" thought Birotteau,
21 I,IV | from Languedoc, doing a poor business,~whom Cesar had
22 I,V | Ragons and for me. Those poor folks~have just sold to
23 I,V | away."~ ~Though Cesar was a poor observer, and had, moreover,
24 I,V | like Cesarine should love~a poor lame fellow with red hair.
25 I,V | Roguin's head-~clerk," the poor lame Anselme, with his red
26 I,V | cried Constance.~"That poor Roguin may be the best man
27 I,VI | I am Popinot," said poor Anselme.~ ~"Enough!" cried
28 I,VI | end, to the pockets of the poor. Voltaire said, 'Canaux,~
29 I,VII| of an invitation that~the poor little woman has ordered
30 I,VII| Sommervieux," said Cesarine. "Poor little woman, she is so~
31 I,VII| himself a "surprise.")~ ~"Poor boy! he has done just as
32 I,VII| Ile Saint-Louis, and a poor peasant~lad coming from
33 I,I | Cephalic Oil, all~fretted the poor man by the multiplicity
34 I,I | would you believe--"~ ~The poor man stopped short; he was
35 I,I | is good for nothing."~ ~"Poor Pere Birotteau," said Alexandre, "
36 I,I | the~instructions of the poor man, whom Celestin and Cesarine
37 I,I | husband's place in~bed.~ ~"Poor woman!" said Cesar, looking
38 I,I | me as I write, while my poor~wife sleeps, sends you her
39 I,I | come out all right."~ ~The poor man took courage, as he
40 I,II | of the Funds.~ ~"Well, my poor nephew, I cannot do it;
41 I,II | the whole of life to the poor man. After going down~a
42 I,II | exclaimed Cesar.~ ~The poor man, bewildered by the clash
43 I,II | himself but two hours' sleep, poor lad! he~had only two clerks,
44 I,II | running over the paper, the poor~perfumer felt something
45 I,II | attention, which encouraged the poor man. He thought~the matter
46 I,III| delays were killing to the poor man. But~Friday came at
47 I,III| disentangling the~bobbins of the poor man's thought, and who knew
48 I,III| the past reputation of the poor man. Though quickly~checked,
49 I,III| dower. I have~advised the poor woman not to be so foolish
50 I,III| texture. Du Tillet made the poor, amazed, bewildered perfumer
51 I,III| myself with letting the poor fool swim at the end of~
52 I,III| urged Cesar~to eat. The poor man felt he was saved, and
53 I,III| his peril. The eyes of the poor man moistened, in spite
54 I,III| is fulfilled!" said the poor woman, dropping upon the
55 I,III| our eyes to~weep with. My poor Cesarine, I--"~ ~"Now, there
56 I,III| went to the heart of the poor man.~"I do wrong. Misfortune
57 I,III| woman of how~unfitted her poor husband was to grapple with
58 I,IV | crowded with carriages. The poor man's heart sank~within
59 I,IV | inquired affably.~ ~"Madame, poor people, such as we are,
60 I,IV | At last," thought the poor man, "we are coming to the
61 I,IV | despairing~gesture of the poor creature behind him, who
62 I,IV | listening to you."~ ~The poor man's shirt was wet; his
63 I,IV | sat sewing beside him. The poor man laid his head on a~cushion,
64 I,IV | thus he fell asleep.~ ~"Poor man!" said Constance; "what
65 I,IV | they don't leave me a poor miserable moment to~myself!
66 I,IV | Marche des Innocents.~ ~"Poor boy! who could have believed
67 I,IV | my life," exclaimed the poor man, comforted by this~warmth
68 I,IV | the distorted face of the poor distracted Cesar~constantly
69 I,IV | with him to the~door.~ ~"Poor father!" said Cesarine,
70 I,V | gravely,~addressing the poor man,--"my nephew, away with
71 I,V | expects you to sacrifice the poor lad to your own safety.~
72 I,V | whole matter lies there.~My poor nephew, take courage! file
73 I,V | there are riches for the poor, there are terrors for~the--~ ~"
74 I,V | note. "I was sure of him, poor brother!" said Birotteau,
75 I,V | spend my savings upon the poor; but now, all that I~have
76 I,V | Cesar, recollect I am a poor priest who dwells, by the
77 I,V | I once thought thus of poor,~unhappy people who were
78 I,V | die of grief," said the poor woman.~ ~"I could almost
79 I,V | The firm voice of the poor man and his whole manner
80 I,V | papers of his assignment, the poor man could not~repress a
81 I,V | on the worn face of the poor man.~ ~"Yes," he said, at
82 I,V | I don't know what that poor~devil of a perfumer has
83 I,V | sheared off the backs of poor sheep such as me! Good God!
84 I,V | feebler than~ourselves. The poor woman wept to find herself
85 I,V | last eased the pain of the poor woman by changing~places
86 I,V | before Madame Birotteau. The~poor woman now went to the "Maison
87 I,V | lonely; you shall replace the poor child I lost. From my house
88 I,VI | would undoubtedly show~the poor man that they respected
89 I,VI | now told him petrified the poor man.~ ~"Fifty-seven thousand
90 I,VI | worth as much as a farm!"~ ~Poor Cesar's jeremiads made no
91 I,VI | martyrdom it was for~this poor man to enter as a bankrupt
92 I,VI | Cesar's house everything~the poor man owned, even the engraving
93 I,VI | Cesar Birotteau; yet the poor man could not enter the~
94 I,VI | your hand in it," said the poor man, much affected.~ ~"Now,
95 I,VI | understood each~other. The poor clerk resolved to attain
96 I,VI | of persons among whom~the poor bankrupt might show himself
97 I,VII| long-repressed tears into his~eyes. Poor man! he had gone over this
98 I,VII| earned the right," said the poor~father in heart-rending
99 I,VII| back by four o'clock."~ ~"Poor souls, we should be a restraint
100 I,VII| husband, "I see you again, my poor~Cesar. I think we have all
101 I,VII| Ought I?" said the poor man. "Ah! Constance, thy
102 I,VII| Cesar's buttonhole. The poor~clerk looked at himself
103 I,VII| you keep the money, my poor old man! La Madou may get
104 I,VII| Come, what do you want, my poor Pere Birotteau?" he said,
105 I,VII| Monsieur Anselme Popinot."~ ~"Poor people!" said Madame Lourdois,
106 I,VII| result gave courage to the poor bankrupt, but not peace
107 I,VII| which he~husbanded as a poor sub-lieutenant husbands
108 I,VII| wounds of the soul do," the poor worn Cesar answered one~
109 I,VII| shall have my Cesarine. My~poor little wife shall not wear
110 I,VII| matter, my child?" said the poor woman.~ ~"The total of the
111 I,VII| francs into the hand of the poor~clerk, who listened to this
112 I,VII| principle which actuated poor Cesar is so rare in Paris
113 I,VII| the stairway.~ ~"Well, my poor Birotteau!" said du Tillet,
114 I,VII| with a stealthy glance.~ ~"Poor!" exclaimed the debtor proudly, "
115 I,VII| Birotteau.~ ~As he went home the poor man passed, inadvertently,
116 I,VII| The Queen of Roses."~ ~"Poor man!" said the perfumer'
117 I,VII| the moral struggles of the~poor man, whose mind stood always
118 I,VII| smile on the face of~his poor nephew.~ ~"It is true,"
119 I,VII| herself to~him--to him, poor? During that evening had
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