Chapter

 1 I  |             for me I have met you!" cried the stranger.~ ~These words,
 2 I  |             you mean to betray me?" cried Bartolomeo, with a darkling
 3 I  |           are no longer Corsicans!" cried Piombo, with a sort of~despair. "
 4 II | Mademoiselle Ginevra, you'll fall!" cried Laure.~ ~All the young girls
 5 II |       attention.~ ~"Well, well!" he cried; "here, indeed, is a head
 6 II |              Do you call him that!" cried Ginevra, casting a glance
 7 III|            pale.~ ~"Labedoyere!" he cried, falling on a stool.~ ~They
 8 III|                   And the young man cried out in his own language:~ ~"
 9 III|              Are you Corsican?" she cried, returning toward him with
10 III|             away, never to return," cried the poor girl,~sadly.~ ~"
11 III|            angry, my kind Ginevra," cried Laure, in deep distress.~"
12 III|           Mademoiselle Ginevra," he cried, with enthusiasm, "I have
13 III|         lost all your scholars," he cried. "I have ruined you!"~ ~
14 III|                  You are an angel!" cried Servin.~ ~While this scene
15 III|          and Ginevra not yet home!" cried Bartolomeo.~ ~"She was never
16 III|         late."~ ~"Jean is so slow!" cried the impatient old man, buttoning
17 IV |      Ginevrola, mia Ginevra bella!"~cried the old man.~ ~"Oh, father,
18 IV |              to dinner! to dinner!" cried the baron, offering his
19 IV |            will you bring us that?" cried the Corsican,~clapping his
20 IV |              You are turning pale!" cried her mother.~ ~"No!" exclaimed
21 IV |         fellow, who has done well," cried Piombo; "but you,~my daughter,
22 IV |              Oh! Ginevra, Ginevra!" cried the Corsican, clenching
23 IV |               Comparisons already!" cried Piombo, in a terrible voice. "
24 IV |            him--"~ ~"You love him?" cried Piombo.~ ~Ginevra bent her
25 IV |           You shall not marry him," cried the Corsican, his voice
26 IV |            tranquilly.~ ~"Oh, God!" cried the mother, "how will this
27 IV |          you."~ ~"You love us not!" cried Piombo.~ ~"Oh!" said Ginevra,
28 IV |            to long for your death?" cried Ginevra.~ ~"I shall outlive
29 IV |           them."~ ~"Go, go, Luigi!" cried Ginevra. "No, stay; I must
30 IV |              Oh! my dear child!" he cried, letting her see his eyes
31 IV |         replied.~ ~"He is a Porta!" cried Bartolomeo.~ ~"I have never
32 IV |               No, no!~I cannot!" he cried, flinging away the weapon,
33 IV |             put her out.~ ~"Luigi!" cried Ginevra, entering the humble
34 IV |             kings of the earth!" he cried.~ ~"My father and my mother
35 IV |              we WILL be happy!" she cried, with a gayety in~which
36 V  |             letter.~ ~"Oh, mother!" cried Ginevra, deeply moved.~ ~
37 V  |           let us see the rest," she cried.~ ~Above these three rooms,
38 VI |     engravings.~ ~"Oh, Ginevra!" he cried.~ ~She gave a convulsive
39 VI |             both."~ ~"She is cold!" cried Luigi, in despair. "Wrap
40 VI |                 Oh, my Ginevra," he cried, "it is not to-night alone
41 VI |      mechanically; but suddenly~she cried, in a dreadful voice:--~ ~"
42 VI |                No, you cannot die!" cried Luigi. "The doctor is coming.
43 VI |          come! let her come to me!" cried Piombo. "Oh! my precious~