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  1 I     |             man--"~ ~"At Besancon?" said Monsieur de Watteville,
  2 I     |       Grancey.~ ~"Oh yes, Savaron," said a handsome young man sitting
  3 I     |       adversaries,' so our advocate said,~'must not expect to find
  4 I     |           you unearth this lawyer?" said Madame de Watteville. "I~
  5 I     |             a native of the Comte," said Monsieur de Watteville.~ ~"
  6 I     |         knows where he~comes from," said Madame de Chavoncourt.~ ~"
  7 III   |         sent for the~journalist and said to him, "You must understand,
  8 IV    |           de Grancey.~ ~ ~"Madame," said Monsieur de Soulas, addressing
  9 IV    |         name of Savaron is famous," said Mademoiselle de Watteville,
 10 IV    |             will do, mademoiselle!" said the Baroness.~ ~"You insisted
 11 IV    |             her learning heraldry," said Monsieur de Watteville,~"
 12 V     |            Well, tell us about it," said Madame de Watteville.~ ~"
 13 V     |          The first time I saw him," said the Abbe de Grancey, "he
 14 V     |             de Watteville.~ ~"Yes," said the Abbe; "but a magnificent
 15 V     |           studying that fine head," said the Abbe, looking~keenly
 16 V     |         your action, and paid~him," said Madame de Watteville, watching
 17 VI    |          told.~ ~"A fine forehead!" said she to herself, looking
 18 VI    |            I am not hungry, mamma," said she. "A prelate's hands----"
 19 VI    |             lawsuit quite settled?" said~Rosalie point-blank to the
 20 VI    |            you, my dear child?" she said to Rosalie,~with an affected
 21 VI    |       Watteville.~ ~"Nor I either," said Rosalie, in a dreamy way
 22 VI    |           the advocate, no more was said about it. Mademoiselle de~
 23 VI    |           restraint? It need not be said that the~religious system
 24 VI    |           from~this scheme, Rosalie said, as she kissed him, "Above
 25 VII   |     mademoiselle to be so fidgety," said~Mariette.~ ~"It strikes
 26 VII   |        Mariette.~ ~"It strikes me," said Rosalie, with a glance at
 27 VII   |            leave her. When Mariette said, "Here is Monsieur~Giroud,"
 28 VII   |           the Belvedere.~ ~"Mamma," said she one day when two columns
 29 VII   |       everything your father does," said Madame de Watteville~drily, "
 30 VII   |           mamma. Besides, my father said that there would be a~room
 31 VII   |             had an excellent idea," said Madame de Watteville,~who
 32 VII   |            make a cellar under it," said an Abbe.~ ~"No," replied
 33 VII   |            are done in that house," said~Madame de Chavoncourt sourly,
 34 VIII  |                        VIII~"Papa," said Rosalie, "a /Review/ is
 35 VIII  |             from what she had heard said, Rosalie had by intuition
 36 VIII  |         fair.~ ~"Let us stop here," said he to his friend. "We meant
 37 VIII  |          When my son has children," said his other, "he will want~
 38 IX    |        writing some herself, it~was said. The Lovelaces could not
 39 IX    |      through Gersau. Miss Fanny~was said to be nineteen years old;
 40 IX    |       brought her from the Indies," said Madame Bergmann.~ ~"I have
 41 IX    |          and will not see anybody," said the old~gardener.~ ~Rodolphe
 42 IX    |         They are Italian refugees," said he to himself, "outlaws
 43 X     |                   X~"Fear nothing," said he in French to the Italian
 44 X     |              Nel lago con pietra/!" said the terrible dumb girl.~ ~"
 45 X     |                 She has missed me," said Rodolphe, pulling from his
 46 X     |        helped Rodolphe to rise,~and said a few words to Gina, whose
 47 X     |             far as your house," she said.~ ~Each took an arm, and
 48 X     |            Does Gina speak French?" said Rodolphe to Francesca.~ ~"
 49 X     |                Let me look at you," said Rodolphe pathetically, "
 50 X     |           pity for him.~ ~Francesca said a word to Gina, who gave
 51 X     |            do not play at killing!" said Rodolphe to himself as~he
 52 X     |           you are, cara Francesca?" said~Rodolphe.~ ~"Nineteen,"
 53 X     |             Rodolphe.~ ~"Nineteen," said she, "well past."~ ~"If
 54 X     |          are eternal."~ ~"/Zitto/!" said Francesca, laying a finger
 55 X     |          fainted.~ ~"/Povero/!" she said to herself. "And I thought
 56 X     |         smell~at them.~ ~"Married!" said Rodolphe, looking at Francesca.
 57 X     |           flowed freely.~ ~"Child!" said she. "But there is still
 58 X     |            Rodolphe put in.~ ~"No," said she with a smile, "but sixty-five.
 59 X     |           the police."~ ~"Dearest," said Rodolphe, "a few more shocks
 60 X     |              Frenchman, Frenchman!" said she, emphasizing her exclamation
 61 X     |          you at the hands of time?"~said he gravely. "But know this:
 62 X     |           him doubtfully.~ ~"None," said he, "not even a passing
 63 XI    |           Let us drop the subject," said she, with incomparable dignity
 64 XI    |          gold piece."~ ~"Monsieur," said the girl, taking the coin, "
 65 XI    |      Francesca in French.~ ~"Good!" said Rodolphe to himself, "she
 66 XI    |            signs of denial.--"Yes," said the bookseller's~wife, going
 67 XI    |            not have spoken better," said Rodolphe,~smiling.~ ~"Is
 68 XI    |               By a comparison?" she said archly.~ ~"Ah, once for
 69 XI    |       archly.~ ~"Ah, once for all," said he, "not to torture me if
 70 XI    |           as a woman satisfied, and said, "Then monsieur accepts
 71 XI    |       accepts the~treaty?"~ ~"Yes," said he. "I can understand that
 72 XI    |         lake--"~ ~"I want to know," said she, with the Italian artlessness
 73 XI    |    mitigated her agony--"~ ~"What?" said she.~ ~"Her tenderness replaced
 74 XII   |        quickly back to Gersau," she said to the boatmen, "I will
 75 XII   |          found her tongue.~ ~"Yes," said Francesca, "no more poverty!
 76 XII   |       Bergmanns' delightful house,"~said Rodolphe, pointing to the
 77 XII   |        associations, /povero mio/,"~said she. "This is a great day;
 78 XII   |               Another winter here," said she,~"and I should have
 79 XII   |          Poor little Sicilian kid!" said Francesca, stroking Gina'
 80 XII   |            under his natural form," said Francesca gravely.~ ~"He
 81 XII   |              bewildered.~ ~"Quite," said the librarian; "I have played
 82 XII   |       sixty-five, at your service," said she; "but I can assure~you
 83 XIII  |                     XIII~"/Zitto/!" said she, stamping her foot,
 84 XIII  |            ten minutes after he had said~to his servant, 'I could
 85 XIII  |         care very much for luxury?" said he one evening to Francesca,
 86 XIII  |            to work?--Leave us," she said to her husband;~"I want
 87 XIII  |             with us to Geneva," she said to Rodolphe.~"It is a gossiping
 88 XIII  |           to the Foreigners' Club," said the~jeweler.~ ~Rodolphe'
 89 XIII  |            Art.~ ~"Take that seat," said Francesca to Rodolphe, pointing
 90 XIII  |      Princess Rodolphini."~ ~It was said with the artless grace which
 91 XIII  |             there that is strange?" said she to Rodolphe, as they
 92 XIII  |            we are loved."~ ~"Alas!" said Rodolphe, "will you not
 93 XIV   |            a nature.~ ~"Francesca," said he, taking her hand, "is
 94 XIV   |            eyes.~ ~"Forgive me!" he said. And with a rush, he kissed
 95 XIV   |               Go this evening," she said. "We meet no more till we
 96 XIV   |          really contagious, she had said solemnly to herself, "I~
 97 XIV   |            passing thought.~ ~"Ah!" said she to herself, "my father
 98 XIV   |               Mariette and Jerome!" said she to herself. "Mariette,
 99 XV    |             a little.~ ~"Mariette," said she, "is Jerome in his master'
100 XV    |         play the innocent with me," said Mademoiselle de Watteville~
101 XV    |                 But, mademoiselle," said Mariette, "it is perfectly
102 XV    |           marry me--"~ ~"But then," said Rosalie, "why meet at night?"~ ~
103 XV    |        place, silence for silence," said Rosalie. "I will not~marry
104 XV    |          Jerome."~ ~"But what for?" said Mariette in alarm.~ ~"Oh!
105 XV    |         Albert's~lady-love.~ ~"Oh!" said she to herself, her head
106 XV    |        later Monsieur de Watteville said to his daughter:~ ~"I was
107 XVI   |        their gratitude. 'Monsieur,' said I, 'I will win your~suit,
108 XVI   |            five~hundred francs, and said in my ear, 'The votes are
109 XVII  |        appreciated.'~ ~" 'Well,' he said, 'we will persuade you,
110 XVIII |           like this!"~ ~"Mariette," said Mademoiselle de Watteville
111 XVIII |      Mademoiselle has been crying?" said Mariette.~ ~"Yes, but I
112 XIX   |            two hearts, she had just said her prayers, telling herself
113 XIX   |        working~beyond the outline," said the Baroness to her daughter,
114 XIX   |           really a remarkable man," said the Abbe de Grancey, who,
115 XIX   |       Rosalie did.~ ~"We owe that," said her father, "to the notorious
116 XIX   |        Watteville."~ ~"On my word," said the girl, "he did his best
117 XX    |            are, Monsieur le Baron," said Modinier, signing to the~
118 XX    |            father.~ ~"What action?" said she.~ ~"Mademoiselle, the
119 XX    |              the people of Riceys," said Modinier, "have long~enjoyed
120 XX    |        ourselves, it is the truth," said Monsieur~de Watteville simply. "
121 XX    |           the master last evening," said Modinier.~"But in confirmation
122 XX    |      Neuchatel.~ ~"My dear father," said Rosalie, as they got into
123 XX    |            is the way you take it," said the Baron, "I am quite~ready;
124 XX    |          the Chapter was involved," said Monsieur de~Watteville; "
125 XX    |        saved it!"~ ~"Listen to me," said his daughter in his ear, "
126 XX    |          Watteville.~ ~"What then!" said she.~ ~"And what will your
127 XX    |        Albert.~ ~"Monsieur l'Abbe," said he, "it is out of the question
128 XX    |           the day of the election," said Savarus, "I will be all
129 XX    |                The deuce is in it!" said Savarus. "I am attached
130 XX    |                 Do this one thing," said the Abbe. "Come to the Hotel
131 XX    |              but morally speaking," said~Savarus.~ ~"That is even
132 XX    |        Mademoiselle de Watteville," said Albert~gravely, "and agree
133 XX    |      inspection of the localities," said the Vicar-General.~ ~"Girardet
134 XX    | Vicar-General.~ ~"Girardet can go," said Savarus. "I cannot allow
135 XX    |            Then you were thinking?" said Madame de Watteville.~ ~"
136 XX    |            have observed."~ ~"Why?" said Rosalie.~ ~"It is time,"
137 XX    |            Rosalie.~ ~"It is time," said the Baroness, "that you
138 XXI   |       designs.~ ~"Monsieur Amedee," said she, at the moment when
139 XXI   |     daughter grows quite charming!" said Madame de Watteville.~ ~
140 XXI   |        estimating their values they said ten, for men~always begin
141 XXI   |          betrayed, my dear fellow," said the shrewd and worthy Abbe,~
142 XXI   |             I was prepared for it," said Albert in a broken voice.~ ~"
143 XXI   |       Good-night, Monsieur l'Abbe," said Albert. "We will talk of
144 XXII  |           decision is irrevocable," said the~lawyer, "I think that
145 XXII  |          hearers breathless, it was said. These~men, all with different
146 XXII  |             who are born to reign!" said the Vicar-~General, understanding
147 XXII  |          only say the same of God!" said the priest with~simplicity. "
148 XXIII |           thirty in all."~ ~"Well," said Albert, "we must get seventy-five
149 XXIII |        seventy-five more."~ ~"Yes," said the priest, "since all the
150 XXIII |            have two hundred votes?" said Albert, standing stupid
151 XXIII |           Monsieur de Chavoncourt," said the Abbe.~ ~"How?" said
152 XXIII |             said the Abbe.~ ~"How?" said Albert.~ ~"You will marry
153 XXIII |            see--she is inexorable," said Albert, pointing to Francesca.~ ~"
154 XXIII |            Sidonie de Chavoncourt," said the Abbe~calmly for the
155 XXIV  |           triumph for the Chapter," said the Vicar-General, smiling.~"
156 XXIV  |             Branch were to return," said he to an old statesman of~
157 XXIV  | impertinence.~ ~"My dear Baroness," said Madame de Chavoncourt, "
158 XXIV  |            her~mother.~ ~"You see," said the Baroness with a smile, "
159 XXIV  |            to Monsieur de Savarus?" said Madame de~Chavoncourt.~ ~
160 XXIV  |             tray.~ ~"Pray read it," said the Baroness.~ ~The Vicar-General
161 XXIV  |            recognizes the writing," said he to himself, after glancing
162 XXV   |           overtaken by Rosalie, who said:~ ~"Monsieur de Grancey,
163 XXV   |            What is the matter?" she said after a pause.~ ~"He gives
164 XXV   |           if it were a confession," said she~before returning to
165 XXV   |         Rosalie.~ ~"I do not know," said Mariette. "Just as two was
166 XXV   |             as pale as a sheet, and said he was to be~shown in. As
167 XXV   |            gentleman and the lawyer said to each other; but they
168 XXV   |           late to Abbe de Grancey?" said Rosalie.~ ~"It was Monsieur
169 XXV   |           gone by the way he came," said an elector on hearing of~
170 XXVI  |         Rosalie should be married," said the Baroness one day~to
171 XXVI  |            not know what ails her," said the Baron.~ ~"When fathers
172 XXVI  |      daughters, mothers can~guess," said the Baroness; "we must get
173 XXVI  |                I am quite willing," said the Baron. "I shall give
174 XXVI  |             never occurred to you," said Madame de Watteville, "that
175 XXVI  |            will have nothing left," said the Baroness.~ ~"I do not
176 XXVI  |                I do not need much," said the Baron; "I am breaking
177 XXVI  |            from working the lathe," said his wife.~ ~"I do not know,"
178 XXVI  |            wife.~ ~"I do not know," said he.~ ~"We will marry Rosalie
179 XXVI  |            you."~ ~"Mere speeches!" said the Baroness. "You are not
180 XXVI  |        Mademoiselle de Watteville," said Rosalie with firm~decision. "
181 XXVI  |         wishes?"~ ~"No, indeed no!" said the poor Baron, looking
182 XXVI  |            daughter.~ ~"Very well!" said the Baroness, sternly controlling
183 XXVI  |             head on her shoulders," said the folk of~Besancon.~ ~
184 XXVI  |                 Listen, dear Abbe," said she. "You whom I love as
185 XXVI  |         woman he loved is married," said she. "I divided them."~ ~"
186 XXVI  |          would never have happened, said Madame de~Watteville, if
187 XXVII |          atrocious and detestable," said the Abbe severely. "God
188 XXVII |           meaning to admonish you," said the old priest,~with deep
189 XXVII |             in her teeth?"~ ~"Yes," said Rosalie.~ ~"Well, I know
190 XXVII |         must ascertain its extent," said the~Abbe.~ ~"Well, I will
191 XXVII |       unless to do honor to truth," said the Vicar-General.~"Place
192 XXVIII|       contained her forgiveness, he said to her:~ ~"Well, now that
193 XXVIII|            Albert should order it," said she.~ ~"But you see it is
194 XXVIII|            a Carthusian monastery," said the Abbe. "So you have~no
195 XXVIII|             be perfectly free," she said.~ ~Madame de Soulas, who
196 XXVIII|             the only sufferer," she said to her rival, "for~one has
197 XXVIII|          fortune has cost me dear," said he to young Chavoncourt. "
198 XXVIII|             1841, intending, it was said, to get married; but~the