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1 I | lazybones of a Rougeot!" cried~Pierrotin, when some traveller
2 I | You forget the new coach!" cried Pierrotin.~ ~"Have you really
3 I | Monsieur le Comte de Serizy!" cried the coach-~proprietor.~ ~"
4 III | alone to Monsieur Moreau!" cried Pierrotin, for~the purpose
5 III | apron-strings.~ ~"He said MAMMA!" cried one of the new-comers, laughing.~ ~
6 III | if you go on this way," cried Georges.~"We shall have
7 III | of~his envy.~ ~"Parbleu!" cried Pierrotin, "I shouldn't
8 III | miles in~fifteen days!" cried Georges.~ ~"It isn't my
9 III | since Pierrotin you are," cried Georges, when~the passengers
10 IV | travelled road.~ ~"What dust!" cried Mistigris.~ ~"Henry IV.
11 IV | Have you had the plague?" cried the count, with a gesture
12 IV | What! are you decorated?" cried Oscar. "Why don't you wear
13 IV | man he was, wasn't he?" cried Georges.~ ~"A man to whom
14 IV | You were at Waterloo!" cried Oscar, his eyes stretching
15 IV | Place~Royale, that is!" cried Georges. "When he 'blagued'
16 IV | faster."~ ~"Forward, march!" cried Pierrotin, amid a mighty
17 IV | in the French provinces!"~cried Georges. "Monsieur, I'll
18 IV | lad's ear.~ ~"Colonel," cried Leger, who was a good deal
19 IV | morality of studios, is it?" cried the count, with an~air of
20 IV | there."~ ~"Faith, yes!" cried Mistigris; "if it hadn't
21 IV | thirty-thousand-franc ceilings!" he cried. "I seem~to be driving sovereigns.
22 IV | lugging in your painting," cried Georges.~ ~"La, la!" retorted
23 IV | rose to~exaltation! and I cried: 'The monster may kill me,
24 IV | entered--"~ ~"The house?" cried Oscar.~ ~"The house?" echoed
25 IV | Well, you're a bold dog," cried farmer Leger. "I should
26 V | Ha! here's Pere Leger," cried the inn-keeper, when the
27 V | Give us a good breakfast," cried Georges, twirling his cane
28 V | francs for his breakfast!" cried Oscar; "in all, more than~
29 V | Well done, bourgeois!" cried the inn-keeper.~ ~"Don't
30 V | like that word 'victuals,'" cried the great painter.~ ~"The
31 V | are you going to Presles?" cried Schinner, turning as red~
32 V | his valet?"~ ~"His valet!" cried Oscar.~ ~"Hang it! people
33 V | and so is a tale-bearer," cried~Schinner.~ ~"Great painter,"
34 V | Comtesse de Serizy, young men," cried the~count. "I am a friend
35 V | Monsieur is right," cried the painter; "no man should
36 V | Saint-Martin.~ ~"How is it," cried the count, "that you, who
37 V | Here you are, messieurs!" cried Pierrotin, pulling up at
38 V | Monsieur l'ambassadeur," cried Pere Leger, "that's the
39 VI | carriage?"~ ~"Oh! oh! oh!" cried Mistigris, in three ecstatic
40 VI | at its line.~ ~"Madame!" cried her maid-servant, bursting
41 VI | clothes as those."~ ~"Oh!" cried the cruel Mistigris, "a
42 VI | Mistigris."~ ~"Done for!" cried the rapin, laughing. "He
43 VI | Monsieur le comte!" cried Moreau. "Whom do you mean?"~ ~"
44 VI | persons invited to dinner!" cried Rosalie as soon as she saw~
45 VI | Ah! that's the point," cried the clerk. "To hoax the
46 VI | that's my second clerk!" cried Crottat.~ ~"You are quite
47 VI | Monsieur and Madame Moreau!"~cried Mistigris.~ ~"Little idiot!"
48 VI | s~diseases."~ ~"Oscar!" cried Madame Moreau. "Ah! my dear,
49 VI | What did you do it for?" cried the steward,~with frightful
50 VI | little toad like that!" cried the~furious Estelle.~ ~"
51 VI | to the ground.~ ~"Come!" cried Moreau, his anger increasing
52 VI | instant.~ ~"No! no! mercy!" cried Oscar, who could not bring
53 VII | makes his way in the~world," cried Clapart. "You don't know
54 VII | you in a post-chaise," he cried, in a~tone of satisfaction,
55 VII | can have happened to him?" cried the poor mother,~trembling
56 VII | postilion and for monsieur!"~cried the mother, flinging herself
57 VII | mother proudly.~ ~"Oh! oh!" cried uncle Cardot, "the rascal
58 VII | all we expect from him," cried Madame Clapart, seizing~
59 VIII| Forward, the book!" cried Oscar, nodding to the youngest
60 VIII| welcome."~ ~"That looks ill," cried Godeschal, when Frederic
61 IX | the Regency."~ ~"Hurrah!" cried the office like one man. "
62 IX | a clerk in our office!" cried Godeschal.~"Will you never
63 IX | morning."~ ~"Ah, Godeschal!" cried Oscar, going up to him and
64 IX | keeping?"~ ~"Godeschal!" cried Oscar, who thought his mother'
65 IX | Oh! how stupid!" she cried. "I'm banker now. But we'
66 IX | little man, take 'em up," cried Fanny Beaupre, signing to~
67 IX | have some fun."~ ~"What!" cried Florentine, "and my old
68 X | here?"~ ~"Old monster!" cried Florentine, "haven't you
69 X | you to lead such a life!" cried old Cardot; "and~look at
70 X | Nephew! so he's your nephew?" cried Florentine, with another
71 X | Oh, uncle, uncle!" cried poor Oscar, plunged by these
72 X | five-hundred-franc notes," cried Desroches. "Look here,~Godeschal,
73 X | trying to put me in despair!" cried Madame Clapart.~"You complained
74 X | money of the office?" she cried, bursting~into tears.~ ~"
75 X | are, Monsieur Joli-Coeur!" cried Clapart.~ ~Oscar kissed
76 XI | and more preponderant!" cried~Georges.~ ~"To whom have
77 XI | imperial; after which~he cried: "Start!" Pierrotin got
78 XI | famous journey to Presles," cried~Joseph Bridau. "Have you
79 XI | the revolution of July!" cried the painter, laughing.~"
80 XI | man; Moreau de l'Oise?" cried Georges.~ ~"Yes," returned
81 XI | against Monsieur Moreau," cried Oscar, hastily. "You~ought
82 XI | reports."~ ~"Oscar Husson!" cried Georges. "Faith! if it hadn'
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