Chapter

 1 I  |      that Eliza Vanni saved a child, Luigi.~But I myself bound
 2 I  |       island with my wife and child without being able to~discover
 3 III| father is rich; I am his only child; he loves~me, and I am sure
 4 III|     This persecuted man was a~child of Corsica; he spoke its
 5 III| Ginevra was, in some sense, a child of~Nature; falseness was
 6 III|    the slightest word of that~child; their eyes followed her
 7 III|       the heart of their~only child?~ ~Until now the occupations
 8 III|   whole heart belonged to his child;~and if it be true that
 9 III|      against her father; as a child she~forgave him nothing,
10 III|  fictitious quarrels, but~the child was all the while acquiring
11 IV | daughter as though she were a child of~six. He amused himself
12 IV |    then told~me, still a mere child, that I had enemies. And
13 IV |    Bartolomeo.~ ~"Oh! my dear child!" he cried, letting her
14 V  |       to think of her darling child. Here the~falling tears
15 VI |       the joy of possessing a child. It was~their last happiness.~ ~
16 VI |      her shrunken, discolored child,~she felt no suffering but
17 VI |    her chair, and holding her child upon her breast.~ ~"Wake,
18 VI |      dreadful voice:--~ ~"The child, Luigi, he is cold!"~ ~She
19 VI |    arms, without removing the child, which she~clasped with
20 VI |       have~gold, gold, and my child has died of hunger, and
21 VI |   than I regret my child-- My child!" she added, in a hollow~
22 VI |    tear.~ ~"Perhaps she has a child and cannot suckle it; her
23 VI |      Piombo. "Oh! my precious~child, thou hast conquered me."~ ~