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 1 X    |  father and mother. The poor child artlessly~related the too
 2 XII  |     as follows:--~ ~"My dear child, you shall marry your Sommervieux
 3 XII  |      who pile it up. Now, my child, that fine~gentleman talks
 4 XII  |   safely tied up. So now, my~child, I hope to be a grandfather,
 5 XIII |     she was still the simple child who had~lived in obscurity
 6 XIII |    was expecting their~first child. He saw some friends again.
 7 XVI  |                   XVI~"What, child, your husband shuts himself
 8 XVIII| bathed with~tears.~ ~"What a child you are, my dear little
 9 XVIII|     So much the worse, sweet child. But I fancy I know all
10 XVIII|   has fallen on you,~my poor child, has it not? Well, then,
11 XIX  |   Duchess smiled.~ ~"My dear child," the great lady went on
12 XIX  |   the riddle. Well, my sweet child, those worthy~women had
13 XIX  |   but--here!----"~ ~"My dear child, I asked for it merely to
14 XX   |         Oh, mother!"~ ~"Poor child, you are quite right," replied
15 XX   |     glance at her. "True,~my child, no one ever can love you