Part, Chapter
1 I,I | hundred francs. If~you met a child who did not know the value
2 I,I | there she is off, the dear child. Yes! you~shall be rich, /
3 I,II | her own sons the eldest child, Francois, and placed~him
4 I,II | planted themselves.~ ~The last child is the hero of this story.
5 I,II | giving pleasure to their~child, from whom they had never
6 I,II | night and~gave birth to a child in the garden of the curate
7 I,II | The good priest took the child, gave him the name of the~
8 I,IV | old man had neither wife, child, nephew, or niece. He~bullied
9 I,V | son, and also an adopted child, the son of his~house-keeper.
10 I,VI | have been very happy, dear child," said Madame Ragon to Madame~
11 I,VII| then put him down, dear child."~ ~"I have put down all
12 I,VII| surprise." Cesarine, dear child, had spent all her little~
13 I,VII| Your father is worse than a~child," added Constance to Cesarine.~ ~"
14 I,VII| the marriage of this dear child."~ ~After the short visit
15 I,I | mother soothe the weary~child tormented with pain as its
16 I,I | cuts its teeth.~ ~"Yes, my child, I shall struggle on; but
17 I,I | inward faintness~which a child feels when taken to a dentist'
18 I,II | his honor, his wife, his child, as~Cesar showed himself
19 I,IV | must ask no one's pity. My child, be prepared~to become a
20 I,IV | possess will be sold. My child, you must take~your jewels
21 I,IV | is my advice, too, dear child," said Pillerault.~ ~Derville
22 I,V | he became~like a little child. His wife thought he was
23 I,V | off his~spectacles.~ ~"My child, there is hope," he said; "
24 I,V | you shall replace the poor child I lost. From my house it
25 I,VI | taking part in life, like the child that he~is; for the law
26 I,VI | occurs, like the birth of a~child nine months after the mother
27 I,VI | hectoring Birotteau, just as a~child delights in having an insect
28 I,VI | threw himself into them as a child into the arms~of its father,
29 I,VII| before him, sat his noble child pale and worn by vigils,
30 I,VII| What is the matter, my child?" said the poor woman.~ ~"
31 I,VII| the scene. Alas! my~dear child, I must admit my foolishness;
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