Part, Chapter
1 I,II | the capital.~ ~The second son of the vine-dresser, Jean
2 I,II | reading Racine, father and son, and explaining their beauties,
3 I,II | brought him~up as his own son. The curate died in 1804,
4 I,III| and his brother~an only son, who had lost his mother
5 I,III| start at once?"~ ~"Yes, my son. To-morrow we will shut
6 I,IV | dear!" she said. "Hey! my son, what's there agreeable
7 I,V | commercial~career, his wife and son, and also an adopted child,
8 I,V | also an adopted child, the son of his~house-keeper. These
9 I,V | There, the adoption of the son of his cook had~been the
10 I,V | that the day on which the Son of God was~put to death
11 I,V | Birotteau.~ ~"Is that your son?" asked Vauquelin, looking
12 I,VI | childhood--Andoche Finot, son~of the hat-maker in the
13 I,VI | money.~ ~"As for you, my son," he said to the waiter,
14 I,VI | respected, by Felix Gaudissart, son of Jean-Francois~Gaudissart,
15 I,VI | head to foot the~evident son of a hat-maker, with round
16 I,VI | round the room. "Well, my son, if we wish to be something
17 I,VII| de la Billardiere~and his son, the mayor. Put the number
18 I,VII| tell me, is to~marry the son of Monsieur Camusot by his
19 I,VII| same division, his wife and~son, sleeping-partners of Matifat,
20 I,III| true," cried Birotteau. "My son, God--is it not Voltaire
21 I,V | Him by the blood which His Son,~our divine Redeemer, shed
22 I,V | cried Birotteau.~ ~"My son," said the priest, "your
23 I,V | in a hollow voice, "My~son, you shall never marry the
24 I,V | he shall be my own son."~ ~"Sorry has one good,"
25 I,VI | were living with my own son," she answered, with a tender~
26 I,VI | forever, of calling him my son."~ ~"Let us hope!" said
27 I,VII| crossing herself, "dear~son!" She took his head in her
28 I,VII| letter and burning it. "My son,~I am severely punished
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