Chapter

 1 I    |         thrown her apron over her head, and was uttering inarticulate
 2 I    |             asked Gevrol.~“In the head, there,” he responded, trying
 3 I    |          his turn; “wounds in the head, when they do not kill at
 4 I    |           she had thrown over her head, and there she stood, such
 5 II   |          did not dare to lift his head, for fear of betraying his
 6 II   |           The young man shook his head. “Upon my honor,” he declared, “
 7 V    |          apron off Widow Chupin’s head he had thrown it upon the
 8 V    |     believed it?”~Lecoq shook his head thoughtfully. “Yes, it is
 9 V    |          labors of the night, his head was burning, and he shivered
10 V    |             Lecoq turned away his head; he did not wish them to
11 VI   |          tall old man with a bald head, wearing a broad-brimmed
12 VI   |         by a violent knock of the head against some hard substance
13 VI   | commissary by a slight nod of the head. The others in the room
14 VI   |         did M. d’Escorval nod his head in token of approval, and
15 VI   |     wonderful precision.”~Lecoq’s head whirled.~The commissary
16 VII  |            the wine flew into his head. He told us all about it
17 VII  |            the culprit raised his head, gave the detective an indifferent
18 VII  |       Lecoq, the clerk raised his head. “Ah!” said he, “has the
19 VIII |    trickling from a spigot at the head of each slab; a tiny stream
20 VIII |          addressed himself to the head keeper: “It would seem that
21 VIII |       admission fee of two sous a head, with half-price for children.
22 VIII |     explaining my absence, to the head keeper, who will give it
23 VIII |        office?”~The man shook his head. “No,” said he, “M. d’Escorval
24 IX   |           shall certainly have my head chopped off; but, nevertheless,
25 IX   |         The widow sadly shook her head. “People as poor as I am
26 IX   |        and threw my apron over my head that I might not see the
27 X    |         young detective shook his head despondently. Such was his
28 X    |          murderer sadly shook his head. “I shall be very prudent
29 X    |           himself dawn, threw his head back, passed his tongue
30 XI   |     manner in which he raised his head after a few moments’ silence. “
31 XI   |         the floor, scratching his head and tapping his foot in
32 XI   |             The prisoner hung his head, and the magistrate had
33 XIII |            The governor shook his head with a knowing air. “In
34 XIV  |           limbs trembled, and his head whirled. Nature was asserting
35 XIV  |          At length she turned her head, and the young detective
36 XIV  |        water falling upon Lecoq’s head could not have astonished
37 XIV  |       left the room with downcast head; and stumbled like a drunken
38 XV   |            The old man nodded his head affirmatively.~“It is unfortunate—
39 XV   |     however, for suddenly a man’s head peered in. The intruder,
40 XV   | information.”~But Lecoq shook his head despondently. He would go
41 XVI  |    waiting for the arrival of the head registrar and the opening
42 XVI  |     Polyte entered the room. From head to foot, from his lofty
43 XVI  |           may expect to have your head snapped off in the most
44 XVI  |          confounded, and hung his head as if thoroughly abashed.
45 XVI  |          bribed?”~Lecoq shook his head, in a somewhat equivocal
46 XVII |        replied Lecoq, shaking his head. “At all events, it wasn’
47 XVII |      Mademoiselle Smith.”~Lecoq’s head whirled. “Her granddaughter!”
48 XVII |           of knocking me over the head than I would of emptying
49 XVIII|        words were so natural that head keepers and subordinate
50 XIX  |      seated beside the table, his head resting on his hands. At
51 XIX  |        his chest forward, and his head back as had been his wont
52 XIX  |           gesture of severing the head from the body left no doubt
53 XIX  |          young detective hung his head with a hypocritical air
54 XIX  |           without a roof over his head, without even a crust of
55 XIX  |      plainly had some idea in his head to which he feared to give
56 XIX  |           The young man shook his head. “No,” said he, “I haven’
57 XX   |        closely at the back of the head, as if to save the trouble
58 XX   |         hands in his pockets; his head high in the air, his manner
59 XX   |          a slight movement of his head in the direction of the
60 XX   |     answer him.”~Lecoq nodded his head thoughtfully. “The moral
61 XXI  |           full sunlight, with his head high in the air, he now
62 XXI  |        was set on one side of his head. Thus attired, he was scarcely
63 XXI  |        had settled his cap on his head with a gesture that left
64 XXI  |          without once turning his head, he ever hurried on. And
65 XXI  |         you crazy?” exclaimed the head valet de chambre. “How could
66 XXI  |         answer for the prisoner’s head with his own life; and yet
67 XXI  |           old detective shook his head, and in serene unconsciousness
68 XXII |            His legs trembled, his head whirled, and he felt sick
69 XXIII|         blunders.”~Lecoq hung his head like a schoolboy receiving
70 XXIV |           Absinthe—Lecoq hung his head abashed and did not utter
71 XXV  |         had entered old Tabaret’s head, Lecoq could not understand.
72 XXV  |         young detective shook his head. “Oh! I don’t deceive myself,”