Part, Chapter
1 I,I | of her bed. At last she~cried "Birotteau!" but got no
2 I,I | Birotteau! Birotteau!" she cried at last in a voice full
3 I,I | for your nonsense," she cried,~fastening the petticoat
4 I,I | Billardiere."~ ~"My God!" she cried, "have pity upon us!"~ ~"
5 I,II | Paris very hard. At night he cried as he thought of Touraine,
6 I,III| knows it."~ ~"I'll kill it!" cried Popinot, with fire in his
7 I,III| what I said at your age," cried the perfumer; "that was
8 I,IV | everything."~ ~"What the devil!" cried Birotteau. "I'm not made
9 I,IV | Ah, my daughter!" she cried, "your father will ruin
10 I,IV | of merchants.~ ~"Simple!" cried Molineux. "Nothing is simple
11 I,IV | There they are!" he cried.~ ~"But, monsieur, you have
12 I,IV | Twenty-five francs!" cried Birotteau. "Fifteen hundred
13 I,V | of Comagene may triumph!" cried Birotteau. "I~shall be doubly
14 I,V | Three o'clock already!" cried Cesar, as he got back to "
15 I,V | Virginie! a hackney-coach!" cried Cesar, in stentorian tones,
16 I,V | in what I~have to say!" cried Cesar, naively. "Popinot,
17 I,V | extent.~ ~"Nine things!" cried Birotteau. "What! are there
18 I,V | call threads of sweat!" cried Popinot, to~whom Cesar promptly
19 I,V | My nuts are bought!" cried Birotteau, alive to the
20 I,V | recollect, hold fast to that," cried Cesar.~ ~"Yes," said Vauquelin, "
21 I,V | Then I am not mistaken," cried Birotteau, triumphantly. "
22 I,V | heart swells with joy!" cried the perfumer, when he got
23 I,V | faith! by the grace of God!" cried Cesar, whose exclamations
24 I,V | what we say to each other!" cried Constance.~"That poor Roguin
25 I,V | projects.~ ~"Now, then," cried the perfumer, to his clerks,
26 I,V | without my~permission," he cried, looking round and not seeing
27 I,VI | poor Anselme.~ ~"Enough!" cried Gaudissart, recognizing
28 I,VI | Then are we millionaires!"~cried the perfumer, extending
29 I,VI | I found the Arab book," cried Birotteau.~ ~"Coming down
30 I,VI | a sudden light; a~voice cried to me, 'Here's your chance!'"~ ~"
31 I,VI | think me such a ninny?" cried Anselme, in a grieved tone.~ ~"
32 I,VI | retailers?"~ ~"Oil Cesarine!" cried Popinot.~ ~"Oil Cesarine?--
33 I,VI | well they write nowadays," cried Cesar. "They are talking
34 I,VI | Down with the cold mutton!" cried Gaudissart, suddenly, "it
35 I,VI | prospectus, "I--"~ ~"I--" cried Gaudissart, sticking a forty-franc
36 I,VI | the Rue de la Poterie!" cried the~illustrious Gaudissart.~ ~
37 I,VI | The man of letters!" cried Gaudissart, "don't forget
38 I,VI | prospectus."~ ~"Ha, very good!" cried Gaudissart, "that rogue
39 I,VI | A noble prospectus!" cried Popinot, enthusiastically.~ ~"
40 I,VI | congratulations.~ ~"It is my uncle!" cried Popinot. "He has actually
41 I,VII| it is to marry artists!" cried her father. "Look! there'
42 I,VII| Oh! my wife, my wife!"~cried Cesar.~ ~"No; that is Cesarine'
43 I,VII| reasons.~ ~"Bless my heart!" cried Cesar. "I'd give a hundred
44 I,VII| they do amuse themselves!" cried the happy Birotteau.~ ~"
45 I,I | warned you many times," cried Ragon; "a drowning man~will
46 I,I | laws are not enforced," cried Cesar, lashing himself up.~"
47 I,I | paper.~ ~"Burn all that!" cried her father. "The devil alone
48 I,I | you."~ ~"Monsieur Lebas!" cried Cesar, frightened, as though
49 I,I | Twenty-five thousand francs!" cried Cesar, feeling ice in his
50 I,II | Good God! you are ruined!" cried Pillerault, letting fall
51 I,II | agreement.~ ~"Three months!" cried Birotteau, who needed immediate
52 I,II | I must have money!" he cried as he~went along the streets,
53 I,II | defeating the Pavillon Marsan!" cried the other.~"The King's eyes
54 I,III| to-morrow, the THIRTIETH?"~cried Birotteau, as he crossed
55 I,III| are yours."~ ~"Du Tillet!" cried Cesar, "can it be true?
56 I,III| What! had I lost it?" cried du Tillet, so violently
57 I,III| herself."~ ~"That is true," cried Birotteau. "My son, God--
58 I,III| perdition."~ ~"I fail!" cried Birotteau, who had taken
59 I,III| Constance.~ ~"Yes, mamma," cried Cesarine, "and papa has
60 I,III| Now, there you go!" cried Cesar; "you will take away
61 I,III| I'll go and see him," cried Cesar, deeply moved by the
62 I,IV | Monsieur le baron!" cried Birotteau.~ ~The worthy
63 I,IV | he~entered.~ ~"Come in!" cried Claparon, the reverberation
64 I,IV | you."~ ~"What can I do?" cried Popinot with generous ardor.~ ~"
65 I,IV | Popinot, horror-struck, cried out, "I will do them for
66 I,IV | folly."~ ~"The suit is won!" cried Derville.~ ~At these words
67 I,IV | Now I can get a loan!" cried Birotteau.~ ~"It would be
68 I,IV | returned.~ ~"UNGRATEFUL!" cried Cesar, struck by the name
69 I,V | and beloved master!" he cried, wiping the perspiration
70 I,V | I was sure of him!" cried Cesarine, seizing Popinot'
71 I,V | not open it."~ ~"Father!" cried Cesarine; "a letter from
72 I,V | Tours!"~ ~"Ah, I am saved!" cried Cesar. "My brother! oh,
73 I,V | A thousand francs!" cried Madame Birotteau.~ ~"Put
74 I,V | fraud."~ ~"My God! my God!" cried Birotteau. "I once thought
75 I,V | know why you have come!" cried Birotteau.~ ~"My son," said
76 I,VI | And its accessories!" cried Molineux, assailed in his
77 I,VII| you are, good soul!" she cried. "I didn't recognize you,~
78 I,VII| measure and running over!" she cried~with naive admiration. "
79 I,VII| got something here--" she cried,~thumping the most voluminous
80 I,VII| son-in-law told you--"~ ~"What?" cried Lourdois, expecting some
81 I,VII| banker, but an inward voice cried to him,~"The man is an unpunished
82 I,VII| restored--"~ ~"Restored!" cried Madame Cesar, falling on
83 I,VII| an inextinguishable voice cried aloud within his soul, "
84 I,VII| Was that Cesarine?" he cried,~recollecting a blond head
85 I,VII| Popinot lent you nothing," cried Pillerault, "if he had~called
86 I,VII| Irrational folly!" cried Pillerault. "In matters
87 I,VII| And I wish to be bought!" cried Cesarine, entering with
88 I,VII| conscience gave way when Popinot cried out: "Do you~want to kill
89 I,VII| Ah! my dear master," he cried, "I am delighted that you
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