Part, Chapter
1 I,I | froth up his religion. Poor dear cat! he creeps to Mass at
2 I,I | of the late queen,--poor, dear, august victim! The mayor~
3 I,I | of Sultans."~ ~"But, my dear friend, why should Roguin
4 I,I | fortune.~Come, go to bed, dear friend, there is no more
5 I,I | Ah! there she is off, the dear child. Yes! you~shall be
6 I,IV | at eleven o'clock."~ ~"My dear Monsieur Birotteau," said
7 I,IV | chestnuts.~ ~"Good-morning, my dear lady," said Birotteau with
8 I,IV | a jaunty air.~ ~"/Your/ dear!" she said. "Hey! my son,
9 I,IV | like a hoarse flute.~"My dear monsieur, you are not one
10 I,IV | ll be a jolly customer, dear to the heart of the~woman
11 I,IV | Who is that?"~ ~"Hey! the dear Madame Madou."~ ~"What's
12 I,IV | Plump, no empty ones,~my dear man. Just think! grocers
13 I,V | thought of commerce."~ ~"Dear Monsieur Birotteau, what
14 I,V | make~the hair grow."~ ~"My dear Monsieur Birotteau," said
15 I,V | Monsieur Vauquelin."~ ~"But, my dear monsieur, the first law
16 I,V | Celestin.~ ~"Oh, what a day! my dear fellow, what a day! I am
17 I,VI | You have been very happy, dear child," said Madame Ragon
18 I,VI | Madame Ragon; "Anselme, dear boy, is working~himself
19 I,VI | oil, and others."~ ~"My dear friend," said the illustrious
20 I,VI | say to the young man, 'My dear boy, here's another~discovery
21 I,VI | ability to the~success of your dear nephew. We have just been
22 I,VI | seem to me very~damp, my dear boy; take up the straw matting
23 I,VII| Why?" asked Crottat.~ ~"My dear fellow, Birotteau is going
24 I,VII| Cesar, "then put him down, dear child."~ ~"I have put down
25 I,VII| private "surprise." Cesarine, dear child, had spent all her
26 I,VII| here,--the marriage of this dear child."~ ~After the short
27 I,I | measureless abyss.~ ~"My dear Monsieur Birotteau," said
28 I,I | matter?" said Crottat. "Dear Monsieur Cesar, take~courage!
29 I,I | following letter:--~ ~My dear Brother,--I find myself
30 I,I | criminal,--"a judge!"~ ~"My dear Monsieur Birotteau, I take
31 I,II | demonstrative perfumer, who told his dear~Constance, with his head
32 I,II | night. "Think of my oil, dear friend; I have no interest
33 I,III| the boulevard.~ ~"Come, my dear master,--for you were once
34 I,III| the matter with you, my dear master?" asked du Tillet. "
35 I,III| cap? I understand you, my dear master;~somebody has told
36 I,III| banking business, du Tillet. Dear fellow, you~might get me
37 I,III| baron de Nucingen/:~ ~My dear Baron,--The bearer of this
38 I,III| I need."~ ~"Forgive me, dear friend," said Constance,
39 I,III| and whispering, "Courage, dear friend,~courage! I will
40 I,III| daughter's, adding, "Ah, my dear white lambs, I have given
41 I,III| their hands.~ ~"Be hopeful, dear friend," said Constance.~ ~"
42 I,IV | diabolical gleam.~ ~"My dear master, the Bank has refused
43 I,IV | her mother~was weeping.~ ~"Dear daughter, I see a failure
44 I,IV | Saturdays. But as for you, my~dear friend, I'll see you at
45 I,IV | to see Italy! Oh, that dear~Italy! beautiful in spite
46 I,IV | operating elsewhere. Hey!~my dear sir, if we were not involved
47 I,IV | hastily back again.~ ~"My dear Popinot," said Cesar to
48 I,IV | until its rejection.~ ~"My dear benefactor," said Anselme, "
49 I,IV | That is my advice, too, dear child," said Pillerault.~ ~
50 I,V | Popinot appeared.~ ~"My dear and beloved master!" he
51 I,V | doubtless replace me. My dear Cesar, never forget, in
52 I,V | yourself uneasy about them, my dear Cesar. I~send you all I
53 I,V | upon her and all who are dear to her. And also, my dear~
54 I,V | dear to her. And also, my dear~Cesar, recollect I am a
55 I,V | your~prosperity. Adieu, dear and well-beloved brother;
56 I,V | friends,--your uncle and our~dear Anselme,--two indulgent
57 I,V | had never bestowed on her~"dear defunct."~ ~Mother Madou,
58 I,V | looks out for himself, my dear!" said~Gigonnet, lifting
59 I,V | bear adversity. Don't cry, dear~mother; I am ready and willing
60 I,V | Monsieur Anselme said?"~ ~"That dear boy! he shall not be my
61 I,VI | the judges of this court, dear~Monsieur Birotteau," said
62 I,VI | Faubourg Saint-Marceau,--not~dear,--where I am building a
63 I,VII| of debt on earth. Thou, dear wife, thou who art my wisdom~
64 I,VII| since I~know thee well. Oh, /dear/!" he said, giving to the
65 I,VII| inclined her head to her~dear Anselme, who laid an eager
66 I,VII| If you ever need me, my dear Monsieur Birotteau, come
67 I,VII| slid~from her fingers. "Dear Anselme," she said, crossing
68 I,VII| said, crossing herself, "dear~son!" She took his head
69 I,VII| sentiments of such a woman.~ ~"My dear, adored mother," said Anselme, "
70 I,VII| explains the scene. Alas! my~dear child, I must admit my foolishness;
71 I,VII| was du Tillet.~ ~"Ah! my dear master," he cried, "I am
72 I,VII| marriage contract of his dear Cesarine and the devoted
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