Chapter

  1 Int |         was a Norman, through his mother, and through his place of
  2 Int |           childhood friend of his mother and his uncle Alfred Le
  3 Int | intelligence alone for father and mother, but the whole personality
  4 Int |           Cannes not far from his mother. He read medical books and,
  5 I   |          despite the tears of her mother, she was placed in the Convent
  6 I   |         the afternoon.” “But your mother will never consent to it.” “
  7 I   |        succeed in persuading your mother, I am perfectly willing.”
  8 I   |     moments she returned from her mother’s room, shouting in a voice
  9 II  |     Rosalie in the walks with her mother, and she listened eagerly
 10 III |          on the other side of her mother, supporting her, and all
 11 IV  |      without consulting you. Your mother and I are not opposed to
 12 IV  |          she was sitting with her mother under the plane tree, the
 13 IV  |   Sometimes they walked in Little Mother’s Avenue; he, talking of
 14 IV  |      right, Adelaide?” And little mother, as she carelessly examined
 15 IV  |       Come, little one, kiss your mother and go to bed.”~What happened
 16 V   |           How much money did your mother give you in that purse?”~
 17 V   |         As you are not using your mother’s two thousand francs, give
 18 V   |          treasures, thanks to her mother’s present. But the first
 19 VI  |    affectionate greetings. Little mother wept; Jeanne, affected,
 20 VI  |           drawing-room, where her mother was asleep, and she thought
 21 VI  |         to keep from sobbing.~Her mother was dozing in a torpid condition
 22 VI  |        condition, opposite little mother, who was sound asleep. Aroused
 23 VI  |         on kissing her father and mother. The heart has mysteries
 24 VI  |           and that the father and mother should go back to spend
 25 VI  |       carriage and sat beside her mother. The baron, silent and astonished,
 26 VI  |        despondent, sat beside her mother. The baron leaned against
 27 VI  |         out of respect for little mother, but nevertheless, from
 28 VII |       often had she not heard her mother say: “Why, money is made
 29 VII |          not wish her to stay, my mother will take her; and we shall
 30 VII |     Julien, furious, cried: “Your mother is as foolish as you are!”
 31 VII |         soldier slain in battle: “Mother!”~All at once the thought
 32 VII |        once the thought of little mother came to her mind, she saw
 33 VII |           surprised to see little mother seated in her room with
 34 VII |   regained consciousness.” Little mother began to weep. Then the
 35 VII |         baron, and finally little mother, puffing and distracted.~
 36 VII |        able to think quietly.~Her mother and aunt watched over her
 37 VII |        over them steadily.~Little mother, Aunt Lison, the baron had
 38 VII |       live with father and little mother as in old days. She would
 39 VII |        her in a low tone: “Little Mother!” Her own voice astonished
 40 VII |       recognize me?”~“Yes, little mother, but you must not weep;
 41 VII |         Rosalie in his room.”~Her mother thought she was delirious
 42 VII |        quite sensible now, little mother. I am not talking wildly
 43 VII |       stay downstairs with little mother. And, above all things,
 44 VII |         should be the prospective mother of a family, like you, madame,”
 45 VII |           the same strain. Little mother was weeping more copiously
 46 VII |           since you will become a mother. This child will be your
 47 VII |       while the priest and little mother talked in a low tone.~The
 48 VII |           curé rose, shook little mother’s hand, saying: “Do not
 49 VIII|         at the thought of being a mother, she had had so much sorrow.
 50 VIII|           visit from madame, your mother, and the baron.”~She spoke
 51 VIII|        was full of people. Little mother, buried in an armchair,
 52 VIII|       body revived; she was now a mother. She felt that she was saved,
 53 VIII|        child. She was a fanatical mother, all the more intense because
 54 VIII|      cradle.~The baron and little mother smiled at this excess of
 55 VIII|       evening, and each night his mother would rise, and in her bare
 56 VIII|         thousand francs?’”~Little mother, whose mirth was as ready
 57 IX  |           annoyed. Often when the mother held the child in her arms,
 58 IX  |         Are not father and little mother coming this year?”~She was
 59 IX  | experienced. But when she saw her mother she was shocked and almost
 60 IX  |           full of tears: “Oh, how mother is changed! What is the
 61 IX  |           said to his wife: “Your mother is in a pretty bad way.
 62 IX  |        What is the matter, little mother?” And the baroness, sighing
 63 IX  |         letters, all of them—your mother’s, mine, everyone’s. There
 64 IX  |    although she differed from her mother in every other way.~The
 65 IX  |        darted forward and saw her mother lying on the ground with
 66 IX  |        arms, threw herself on her mother’s body. Julien just then
 67 IX  |          last she said: “It is my mother, my mother. I wish to watch
 68 IX  |        said: “It is my mother, my mother. I wish to watch beside
 69 IX  |           hands and looked at her mother earnestly. She seemed to
 70 IX  |   childhood, the visits of little mother to the “parloir” of the
 71 IX  |          mamma lying there—little mother—Mamma Adelaide who was dead.
 72 IX  |         sat down again beside her mother. Other remembrances came
 73 IX  |          the old letters that her mother loved. It seemed to her
 74 IX  |           give pleasure to little mother in the other world.~She
 75 IX  |           all on the bed over her mother’s heart from a sort of sentiment
 76 IX  |         to the right of the gate; mother lost her prayerbook on the
 77 IX  |       secret heart life of little mother. She looked at her lying
 78 IX  |           s mind: He had been her mother’s lover.~And, almost beside
 79 IX  |    horizon and turning the sea to mother of pearl. The recollection
 80 IX  |           he said. She kissed her mother a long, sad kiss; then she
 81 IX  |       pressing a last kiss on her mother’s icy forehead and seeing
 82 IX  |        though it were for his own mother.~
 83 X   |        not get along together; my mother is dead; and—and——” she
 84 X   |    walking after dinner in little mother’s avenue, he said in a low
 85 X   |    prevent him from deserting the mother. Get them married, abbé,
 86 X   |           to the death of “little mother.”~
 87 XI  |       with the kisses he gave his mother and the baron.~Two years
 88 XI  |         at everything he did. His mother called him Poulet, and as
 89 XI  |          Since the episode of the mother dog and the suspicion Jeanne
 90 XI  |         his religious duties. His mother, troubled and undecided,
 91 XI  |           coughed. On inquiry his mother learned that the priest
 92 XI  |         made him study Latin, his mother merely saying: “Above all
 93 XI  |       work in the garden with his mother and his aunt.~He now loved
 94 XI  |          know so much?” asked his mother. “We will make a gentleman
 95 XI  |        petted more than ever; his mother sighed often as she thought
 96 XI  |       still on his chair when his mother called. She continued her
 97 XI  |         in a couple of hours, his mother, Aunt Lison and the baron
 98 XI  |        was a head taller than his mother, she always treated him
 99 XI  |          and to think of his poor mother, who would break her heart
100 XI  |           world, he said: “I say, mother, as long as you have come
101 XI  |          knew that you are a good mother, I lent him a trifle to
102 XI  |         town. His grandfather and mother took him back to “The Poplars”
103 XI  |        boat with two sailors. His mother, beside herself with anxiety,
104 XI  |           the hatred of a jealous mother. Until now all her thoughts
105 XI  |           that should come to his mother. When Paul came back to
106 XII |          as she walked, as little mother had formerly done, she went
107 XII |        seek shelter with your old mother, to whom you have caused
108 XII |          until evening, in little mother’s avenue, with a sore heart
109 XII |      Jeanne. I hope you are well. Mother told me to come and help
110 XII |            with fair hair and his mother’s blue eyes. And yet he
111 XII |          my wedding. Ah! there is mother’s little lantern and a cane
112 XII |         man climbed up beside his mother and whipped up the horse,
113 XIII|          a great service, my dear mother, for we were in the greatest
114 XIII|      there with father and little mother, and sometimes even with
115 XIII|           want here, madame?” Her mother’s pride revolted at the
116 XIII|         me. Come back to your old mother, who holds out her despairing
117 XIII|          few days later:~“My Dear Mother: I would ask nothing better
118 XIII|          with impatience, my dear mother, and we both embrace you
119 XIII|          until the despairing old mother could no longer resist the
120 XIII|         old lady, a friend of his mother’s, is downstairs, and wishes
121 XIII|       abruptly: “Listen! I am his mother, his own mother, and I have
122 XIII|          I am his mother, his own mother, and I have come to look
123 XIII|            he had come to see his mother. He handed her a paper,
124 XIV |      seemed to see her father and mother sitting there, warming their
125 XIV |       anxiety. He wrote:~“My Dear Mother: I have not written sooner