Chapter

 1 I    |      hypocritical lamentations, rose, placed her hands defiantly
 2 II   |       his knees in the snow; he rose again almost immediately. “
 3 III  |    summoned all her energy; she rose and hastened away, clinging
 4 IV   |  chances of success as well. He rose, his course was decided.~“
 5 VII  |    followed by his clerk.~Lecoq rose and hastened, well-nigh
 6 VIII |     while from the crowd itself rose an infectious vapor, impregnated
 7 IX   |       paused, out of breath, he rose from his seat, and without
 8 IX   |        brigands who—”~The color rose to the Widow Chupin’s cheeks,
 9 X    |         magistrate, harshly. He rose, perhaps to conceal his
10 XIII |    writing the whole while, now rose to his feet, glad of an
11 XIV  |         attack of weakness, and rose, murmuring: “I will go first
12 XV   |         two strangers, she half rose from her chair, surprised,
13 XVI  |  understand, sir.”~M. Segmuller rose. “Don’t prevaricate any
14 XVI  | suddenly making up his mind, he rose from his chair, took up
15 XVII |         s sister, a woman named Rose Pitard. A visiting card
16 XVIII|      had finished his work; and rose from his kneeling position. “
17 XVIII|         in the evening, when he rose and ate with an excellent
18 XVIII|         Segmuller and his clerk rose from their seats. They both
19 XIX  |  governor himself, the prisoner rose to his feet, smoothed his
20 XXII |       mentioned their names, he rose with evident cordiality,
21 XXV  |  conversation.~As for Lecoq, he rose very pale, his lips trembling