Chapter

 1 Int |           days. His relatives, his old friends, he himself, here
 2 Int |        implacable didactics of his old master, his tender brutality,
 3 Int |        shuddering fits of fear, as old as the world and as eternal
 4 Int |    disdainful tenderness, for poor old Savon, the old copying clerk
 5 Int |            for poor old Savon, the old copying clerk of the Ministry
 6 Int |        study of Flaubert, of “that old, dead master who had won
 7 Int |        proud, shameful heart, that old human heart that people
 8 Int |           my heart, Hide yourself, old fellow, you are grotesque,
 9 Int |  physicians and publishers. In the old port of Antibes beyond the
10 Int |           on the sacred sea of the old poets and philosophers,
11 I   |        reached the doorstep of the old residence, looked at the
12 I   |          were the library, full of old books, and two unused rooms;
13 I   |    storeroom.~There were some very old Flemish tapestries, with
14 II  |            to the baroness all her old private and family letters.~
15 III |         into laughter. Finally the old man could stand it no longer,
16 III |    countries like Corsica, or very old countries full of souvenirs,
17 III |           having hidden one of her old dolls of former days at
18 III |        holy water.~Then came three old cantors, one of them limping;
19 III |           the other end, the three old cantors, in their white
20 IV  |           sister with her. But the old maid, possessed by the idea
21 IV  |             She looked like a kind old lady, though she was only
22 IV  |          will you not, Lison?”~The old maid raised her troubled
23 IV  |        feet cold?”~All at once the old lady’s hands shook so violently
24 V   |          slung across their backs, old rusty weapons, but redoubtable
25 V   |           corn husk mattress in an old moldy house. The woodwork,
26 VI  |            your own home, with the old folks?”~This simple question
27 VI  |      pleasures. What then? Just as old furniture tarnishes in time,
28 VI  |      covered with spots. It was an old velveteen shooting jacket
29 VI  |      bearings on the carriage.~The old family coach had been given
30 VI  | emblazoning of his rank.~Presently old Simon, who was on his way
31 VI  |           making some changes. The old coachman had been made gardener,
32 VI  |     together. Marius, buried in an old livery belonging to old
33 VI  |            old livery belonging to old Simon, led the carriage
34 VI  |            opened abruptly, and an old, paralyzed servant wearing
35 VII |        voice giving some orders to old Simon would snatch her abruptly
36 VII |         away. Send me Ludivine and old Simon.”~Jeanne, trembling,
37 VII |      abruptly, sharp and poignant.~Old memories passed before her
38 VII |          snow; and when Julien and old Simon, followed by Marius,
39 VII |         whom she did not know.~How old was she? She did not know,
40 VII |            and little mother as in old days. She would be a widow;
41 VIII|        they used to do in the good old days.~As soon as they quieted
42 VIII|    twenty-one to twenty-five years old, clad in a brand-new blue
43 IX  |            walls. The ruins of the old château could be seen on
44 IX  |      dreadful, when one is growing old, than to look back to one’
45 IX  |         Turning round, she saw the old curé, who had heard of it
46 IX  |          the farmer, was there and old Simon and Ludivine. With
47 IX  |            they were a litany, the old letters that her mother
48 IX  |            to read them. They were old letters that savored of
49 IX  |          he spoke of him, “My poor old Paul,” and whose wife had
50 X   |          She longed to realize her old dream of seeing two little
51 X   |           love her; she would grow old quietly, happy and contented,
52 X   |         round his sunken eyes.~The old abbé had been appointed
53 X   |           really sorry to lose the old man, who had been associated
54 X   |      priests took their leave, the old man kissed Jeanne, who was
55 X   |         across the church, and the old peasants who liked to joke
56 X   |            himself, was one of the old race of natural philosophers
57 X   |         ground with its shafts.~An old beggar hidden in a ditch
58 X   |     smashed on the stones than the old beggar, who had seen it
59 X   |         shanty?” said a woman.~The old beggar then said that they
60 X   |            been a good thing?”~The old man, in a furious rage,
61 X   |          sought to recall when the old maiden lady had left “The
62 XI  |            on their arrival in the old damp house, that had been
63 XI  |         When Paul was twelve years old a great difficulty arose
64 XI  |           government and this kind old man who belonged to another
65 XI  |          do. He will live and grow old happily in this house, where
66 XI  |        troubling himself about the old people. It seemed to her
67 XI  |            the boy is twenty years old.”~One morning, however,
68 XI  |           One morning, however, an old man, poorly dressed, inquired
69 XI  |         her yard, laughing at some old recollection that reminded
70 XI  |       about themselves just as two old friends might have done.~
71 XII |         feel that I shall not make old bones, and there will be
72 XII |          to seek shelter with your old mother, to whom you have
73 XII |           of Julian’s death, to an old elm whose upper branches
74 XII |     recalled episodes in her life, old friends, as it were, who
75 XII |       sombre hours, who have grown old and become worn at our side,
76 XII |         two easy chairs or of some old writing-desk and an old
77 XII |            old writing-desk and an old work table.~She opened the
78 XII |        that she had handled, those old little insignificant articles
79 XII |            more cheerful than this old box of a building, which
80 XII |       Jeanne had slept in Julien’s old room, as hers was dismantled.
81 XII |            Jeanne and the servant. Old Simon and Ludivine were
82 XII |          money, and being now very old and garrulous, they were
83 XII |      covered with leather; and the old servant got in beside her,
84 XIII|            The tapestries from her old room were hung in the dining-room,
85 XIII|          to me. Remember that I am old and delicate, all alone
86 XIII|      embrace me. Come back to your old mother, who holds out her
87 XIII|          time until the despairing old mother could no longer resist
88 XIII|            mistress’ clothes in an old trunk, but as she was folding
89 XIII|            and brave. Now she felt old, embarrassed, even timid,
90 XIII|         the Rue du Sauvage, in the old town. She wanted to go there
91 XIII|             Paul de Lamare that an old lady, a friend of his mother’
92 XIV |             and when they grow too old they die of want.”~Jeanne
93 XIV |           people have to part, for old people and young people
94 XIV |            opened a box containing old calendars which had been
95 XIV |   sorrowful tears, the tears of an old woman at sight of her wretched
96 XIV |            did was to go up to her old room, which she did not
97 XIV |         she recognized some of the old hangings. Two easy chairs
98 XIV |        Jeanne stood there, full of old memories, she suddenly seemed
99 XIV |         bid a last farewell to her old home.~When they reached