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 1  I, 1  |    which he sought to mould his son, wishing him to be brought
 2  I, 1  | everything to have brought up a son, to have had him taught
 3  I, 2  |        caused misfortune to the son by harnessing him to such
 4  I, 4  |      long ago it all was! Their son would have been thirty by
 5  I, 7  |       hers, and she watched her son’s happiness in sad silence,
 6 II, 3  |  consecutively.~She hoped for a son; he would be strong and
 7 II, 3  |       which was put down to his son’s account, and to perfume
 8 II, 3  |          became alarmed for her son’s happiness, and fearing
 9 II, 3  |      covered with scrofula, the son of a Rouen hosier, whom
10 II, 5  |      chemist.~And he ran to his son, who had just precipitated
11 II, 6  |        s Boudet the carpenter’s son; his parents are well off,
12 II, 6  |         the mouth of his Divine Son. Good health to you, madame;
13 II, 8  |        on the chemist, with his son Napoleon between his knees,
14 II, 8  |        lieutenant, the youngest son of Monsieur Tuvache, had
15 II, 8  |         The father embraced the son, the brother the brother,
16 II, 12 |         had taken refuge at her son’s, was not the least scandalised
17 III, 2 |     senior arrived. She and her son wept much. Emma, on the
18 III, 7 |         one of his friends, the son of a very rich merchant); “
19 III, 10|         saw my wife go, then my son, and now to-day it’s my
20 III, 11|        Monsieur Leon Dupuis her son, notary at Yvetot, to Mademoiselle