Chapter

 1 I    |           live more than two minutes. Poor devil! he will say nothing.”~
 2 I    |             you supposed—But no; this poor wretch was no soldier. Do
 3 I    |            man you have arrested; the poor innocent! For he is innocent,
 4 I    |              separated them; but I, a poor widow, what could I do!
 5 II   |              a college education to a poor orphan boy? He envied the
 6 II   |              your disposition, and is poor, one may either become a
 7 II   |          between the murderer and the poor devil dressed as a soldier.
 8 V    |              to aid me in raising the poor devil. We went up to him;
 9 VI   |             by nothing. Why look, the poor devil did not even know
10 VI   |              mark of the kind on this poor wretch’s uniform.”~The sergeant
11 VI   |            must then believe that the poor devil purchased this costume,”
12 VI   |      Lacheneur!” growled Gevrol; “the poor devil uttered that name
13 VII  |           morning just at daybreak. A poor devil, who is under a great
14 IX   |            the best of the judge, the poor wretch was really being
15 IX   |              was whiter than snow. My poor, dear husband had been deceived
16 IX   |            would harm my grandson, my poor little Toto! Why, I should
17 IX   |            shook her head. “People as poor as I am don’t fear the thieves,”
18 XI   |              a laugh. His laugh was a poor one, however; it rang false,
19 XII  |      pronounced by the dying soldier. Poor fellow! I had just dealt
20 XII  |      Unfortunately for me, I’m only a poor devil, as I’ve already told
21 XIV  |      colleagues and subordinates that poor Lecoq, crazed by ambition,
22 XIV  |               such circumstances, the poor horse fairly flew over the
23 XV   |        question Polyte’s wife.”~Alas! poor Toinon the Virtuous did
24 XV   |               his acquaintances.”~The poor woman’s hesitation was evident;
25 XV   |               a thief.”~But what this poor creature did not tell was
26 XV   |               this painful scene. The poor mother’s emotion was a sufficient
27 XVI  |               the portrait upon which poor Toinon the Virtuous had
28 XVI  |               him to push forward the poor woman whose testimony might
29 XVI  |             the room at once. But the poor creature was quite overcome,
30 XVI  |               foot in his office. The poor creature seemed nearly heartbroken,
31 XVII |                  The deuce! Is she as poor as that?”~“Poor! Why, every
32 XVII |             Is she as poor as that?”~“Poor! Why, every one knows that
33 XIX  |              it prevail.~“I think, my poor fellow,” he at length observed, “
34 XX   |              believe that he’s only a poor devil, a low buffoon. Well,
35 XXI  |               and this man was Lecoq. Poor Father Absinthe had fallen
36 XXII | unextinguished hope of revenge: while poor Father Absinthe was not
37 XXII |             of an innocent prisoner—a poor little tailor, who was accused
38 XXIII|            think enough down there of poor Papa Tirauclair to come
39 XXIV |             my boy? Well, I am only a poor old man, but I should have
40 XXV  |          arrest the Duc de Sairmeuse! Poor Lecoq! Free, this man is