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 1 I    |        to mirth. But it must be~said that the wittiest of modern
 2 III  |         with your~arms folded?" said Monsieur Guillaume to his
 3 III  |       it was daylight earlier," said the second assistant, whose
 4 V    |       their knees to a suitor!" said Monsieur Guillaume to himself,
 5 VI   |      soul.~ ~"You are in love?" said Girodet.~ ~They both knew
 6 VI   |      how love has inspired me," said the artist in the timid~
 7 VII  |        few ells more of cloth," said Joseph Lebas.~ ~This remark
 8 VIII |        him.~ ~"Sit down there," said Guillaume, pointing to the
 9 VIII |  payments in gold."~ ~"Oh, oh!" said the draper. "Well, one must
10 VIII |    explanation.~ ~"To be sure," said Virginie's father, "you
11 IX   |        everything, you rascal," said the worthy and cunning old~
12 IX   |               Well, well, boy," said the old man, touched, "you
13 IX   |             Joseph," the draper said with frigid dignity, "I
14 X    |        Mademoiselle Augustine," said the assistant,~and he trembled, "
15 X    |         Go to your room, miss!" said Madame Guillaume, on their
16 X    |    daughter?"~ ~"My poor dear!" said Virginie, in tears, "papa
17 XI   |   horror.~ ~"Madame Guillaume!" said the old man, compelling
18 XI   |      know all, my dear cousin," said she,~with a patronizing
19 XI   |        have it? He laughed, and said to the Deputy High Constable~
20 XII  |      can see my lappets in it," said Madame Guillaume.~ ~"And
21 XII  |         who was making, as they said, the more substantial match,~
22 XV   |        mischief is done, wife," said Joseph Lebas; "we must try
23 XVI  | amazement.~ ~"Then he gambles?" said Monsieur Guillaume. "In
24 XVI  |        nights waiting for him," said~Madame Guillaume. "But you
25 XVI  |     then pulled up~to a walk. I said to myself at that moment, '
26 XVII |  refused her father's services, said~she would not be separated
27 XVIII|        this visit, madame?" she said~with a most gracious smile.~ ~"
28 XVIII|     ruthless~heart.~ ~"Madame," said Augustine in a broken voice, "
29 XVIII|         my dear little beauty!" said the Duchess,~carried away
30 XVIII|    dignity and powerful beauty--said in a gentle and~friendly
31 XIX  |       we must always threaten," said the Duchess, laughing. "
32 XIX  |       de Carigliano adores me," said she. "Well, he dare not
33 XIX  |        longer in my house," she said, "but--here!----"~ ~"My
34 XX   |        Claudius."~ ~"Theodore!" said a faint voice.~ ~"I will
35 XX   |       Theodore!"~ ~"Let me be!" said the painter in a tone almost