Chapter

 1 I    |   cavern depth.~All the men had turned up their trousers and were
 2 I    |       police, and with his back turned to an open door leading
 3 I    |           All the police agents turned toward the murderer on hearing
 4 I    |        laughing. Accordingly he turned his back upon her, and,
 5 II   |      that fortune had, at last, turned in his favor when he saw
 6 III  |       this strange exercise, he turned to Father Absinthe, placed
 7 IV   |     Patay, they had immediately turned to the right, so as to avoid
 8 IV   |      some carriage that plainly turned here.”~“Very well, papa,
 9 IV   |  consented to go back again. He turned round here; they got into
10 V    |         surprise.~The young man turned; he saw that his companion
11 V    |  pockets of this apron were now turned inside out; this was a proof,
12 V    |        s apron with its pockets turned inside out. There was also
13 V    |         passing vehicle.”~Lecoq turned away his head; he did not
14 VI   |        s uniform.”~The sergeant turned up the collar of the coat
15 VI   |       material, and his blouse, turned back at the throat, was
16 VI   |       pockets were explored and turned inside out; but they contained
17 VI   |         finished the perusal he turned to the commissary and remarked: “
18 VI   |     prepared it?”~Gevrol’s face turned red with anger. “One of
19 VII  |       it was that the officials turned to the assassin. Lecoq certainly
20 VII  |    until the gloomy vehicle had turned off the Pont Neuf on to
21 VII  |         or a sign, the prisoner turned toward one of the five or
22 VII  | opposite the door. His face was turned toward the wall, and he
23 VIII |      glasses were filled, Lecoq turned to Gevrol and exclaimed: “
24 VIII |  handkerchief on the table, and turned as if to go, when the concierge
25 VIII |        noticed that one of them turned as white as his shirt; and
26 IX   |         wretch was really being turned inside out like a glove.~
27 IX   |        materials ready. He then turned toward the Widow Chupin. “
28 X    |   himself into the room. Goguet turned pale behind his table, and
29 X    |         ease for his back being turned to the window, his face
30 XIII | messenger who brought the lamps turned to leave the room, a rap
31 XIV  |        attention.~At length she turned her head, and the young
32 XV   |   seemed for the moment to have turned in Lecoq’s favor. At all
33 XV   |      spoke, the virtuous Toinon turned her red and swollen eyes
34 XV   |         face. Quickly as he had turned, he had failed to see who
35 XV   |        it?”~Toinon the Virtuous turned scarlet to the very roots
36 XV   |      eyes dilated. From red she turned livid, and in a hoarse,
37 XVI  |     What words?”~The magistrate turned to his clerk: “Goguet,”
38 XVII |     uncalled for; for Lecoq had turned deadly white. The magic
39 XVII |        strip of green wool. She turned toward her visitor just
40 XVII |       the floating wreck, Lecoq turned his steps in another direction,
41 XVIII|     With a trembling hand Lecoq turned to page 235, and began to
42 XIX  |        M. Segmuller had already turned to Lecoq and the governor
43 XIX  |       these bitter words, Lecoq turned white with anger. This was
44 XIX  |   everything.”~M. Segmuller had turned pale with anger. “Ah! if
45 XX   |         The van came onward and turned the corner. It passed the
46 XX   |         the Quai aux Fleurs and turned into the Hue de la Cite.~
47 XX   |         I had nothing at all he turned as white as his shirt; and
48 XX   |        esteem and admire, Lecoq turned to his old companion: “What
49 XX   |     over her toilet, for as she turned the corner she began to
50 XXI  |     boulevards, but suddenly he turned into a side street and made
51 XXI  |   intentions. A second later he turned into the Rue du Temple,
52 XXI  |     Boulevard de Sebastopol, he turned to the left, and took a
53 XXI  |      the mean while had already turned the handle of the door.
54 XXI  |         Fer-a-Moulin, when they turned into a narrow, dimly lighted
55 XXI  |        a hundred paces distant. Turned out by the landlord, who
56 XXI  |       Here again they were soon turned out and then they hurried
57 XXII |         and memoirs, he eagerly turned from one to the other, in
58 XXIII|       of the recital, he either turned and twisted on his bed,
59 XXIV |      really is.”~Old Tirauclair turned so suddenly in his bed that