Chapter

 1 III|  friends of twenty years.~ ~"Dear friend," said Servin, "can
 2 III|     You are staying late, my dear. That head seems to me finished;
 3 III|      not telling her. Oh! my dear Ginevra!~I, who took you
 4 III|    native land.~ ~"Ah ca, my dear children," resumed Servin, "
 5 IV |       and it has been a most dear pleasure to me to charm~
 6 IV | misled Bartolomeo.~ ~"Oh! my dear child!" he cried, letting
 7 V  |    affairs.~ ~"Oats are very dear," said the sergeant to the
 8 VI |    said Ginevra, presently. "Dear friend, I take great~pleasure
 9 VI |    they had taken refuge.~ ~"Dear, I kept this bit of bread
10 VI |    you?"~ ~"I? I have dined, dear Luigi; I want nothing more."~ ~
11 VI |      her breast.~ ~"Wake, my dear one," he said, not observing
12 VI |     she feared to fall.~ ~ ~"Dear," she said, at last, "you