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 1 I    |          was upstairs mending my son’s clothes, when I heard
 2 I    |        am an honest woman. If my son Polyte had been here he
 3 I    |          previously arrested her son, a good-for-nothing fellow.
 4 II   |         surprising mobility.~The son of a respectable, well-to-do
 5 VI   |          d’Escorval.”~He was the son of that famous Baron d’Escorval,
 6 VII  |         of her family (since her son Polyte was in custody, charged
 7 IX   |       rogues and criminals. Your son is undergoing his fourth
 8 IX   |        the shop and mending your son’s clothes in your bedroom
 9 XIII |         Widow Chupin mentioned a son of hers, a certain Polyte—”~“
10 XV   |           The Chupins—mother and son—believed, perhaps, that
11 XVI  |       examine the widow Chupin’s son. I had better do so now.
12 XVII |         daughter of her deceased son, if you prefer it.”~“How
13 XVIII|       also the Widow Chupin, her son Polyte, Toinon the Virtuous,
14 XIX  |        difficulty as regards her son, Polyte. He had, in the
15 XXIV |          in that?”~“Terribly, my son; and here is where I really
16 XXIV | Tirauclair’s thick lips.~“Ah, my son! is it possible that you
17 XXV  |          d’Escorval had only one son, who embraced the judicial
18 XXV  |   Sairmeuse (Anne-Marie-Martial)—Son of the preceding, was born