Chapter

 1 I   |             Come and take me!” And turning as he spoke he darted into
 2 III |    themselves.~But while Lecoq was turning and twisting all these probabilities
 3 III | lattice-work similar to the fence, turning upon iron hinges, and closed
 4 III |       agile. He came and went, now turning, now pausing, now retreating,
 5 VI  |      directions, M. d’Escorval was turning toward the physicians, when
 6 VII |            his pen in the ink, and turning to the prisoner he asked: “
 7 VIII|         the driver pulled up, and, turning to Lecoq, exclaimed: “Here
 8 X   |         speaking to the public, in turning a compliment, in making
 9 XII |            he at length exclaimed, turning toward Lecoq. “Ah! Mr. Agent,
10 XII |   interrupted the magistrate, who, turning to the prisoner, added: “
11 XII |          of my life. You have been turning me this way and that way
12 XII |         speaking to the public and turning a compliment.”~“I am forced
13 XIII|         presence of mind returned. Turning toward the magistrate, he
14 XIII|           also question his wife.”~Turning to his clerk, M. Segmuller
15 XIV |         brushing back his hair and turning up his coat collar, he made,
16 XIV |  intelligence as her starling, was turning the whole office upside
17 XIV |            on the table, and began turning over the leaves. At last
18 XVII|        must recollect,” she added, turning to her husband, “that the
19 XIX |    motioned May to be silent; and, turning to Lecoq, exclaimed: “Show
20 XXI |          pausing, and without once turning his head, he ever hurried
21 XXI |            establishments and then turning away, the fugitive at last
22 XXV |            did not deign to reply. Turning to Father Absinthe, he requested
23 XXV |          brought, M. Tabaret began turning the pages with an eager