Chapter
1 Int | laugh at him because his wife deceived him, sans espoir
2 I | completely. The porter and his wife came to bid them good-by
3 II | The baron would say “my wife’s hypertrophy” and Jeanne “
4 III | was said to have made his wife die of sorrow, and who lived
5 III | one side of him, and his wife, a thin peasant woman, already
6 III | Tell me, will you be my wife?”~She lowered her head,
7 IV | said, and went up with his wife.~Then Aunt Lison rose in
8 IV | This evening you will be my wife.”~Although she had learned
9 IV | and was surprised. His wife? Was she not that already?~
10 IV | placing his two hands on his wife’s shoulders, kissed her
11 IV | of you,” and, taking his wife to a chair, he made her
12 IV | stretched, looked at his wife, smiled and asked: “Did
13 IV | dressed he assisted his wife with all the little details
14 V | was standing beside his wife, with his arm round her
15 V | collecting the baggage, asked his wife in a low tone: “Twenty sous
16 V | called her host’s little wife into her room and, while
17 VI | rapid account.~The young wife then went to undo her parcels.
18 VI | appeared to have forgotten his wife.~In the drawing-room Jeanne
19 VI | Julien would introduce his wife. These were the Brisevilles,
20 VI | the horses when he and his wife got out of the carriage,
21 VI | laughing, calling to his wife: “Look at Ma-Ma-Marius!
22 VI | husband, and Jeanne the wife. But the baroness, a little
23 VI | curé, the mayor and his wife to dinner, and again on
24 VI | life. The baron and his wife were to leave “The Poplars”
25 VI | following day the baron and his wife went away, and Jeanne and
26 VII | games of bezique with his wife, smoking and sipping brandy
27 VII | and pushing his terrified wife out of the room, exclaimed: “
28 VII | with her brat.”~The young wife, indignant, was disgusted
29 VII | however, hardly spoke to his wife, as though he had nourished
30 VII | of never speaking to his wife without shouting as if he
31 VII | more amiable, and the young wife, clinging to vain hopes,
32 VII | brightly, he kissed his wife on the forehead and left
33 VII | that every one does. Your wife was none the less happy,
34 VII | had not hesitated when his wife’s maids were in question.
35 VII | his hand in that of his wife, and gave it a little tap
36 VIII| dreary life. The baron, his wife, and the vicomte paid a
37 VIII| are speaking before your wife.”~But Julien was trembling
38 VIII| cannot believe that I am his wife. You see how I can laugh
39 VIII| approached the baron and his wife, who were still sitting
40 IX | who had killed a teal.~His wife called to him. A sound of
41 IX | contentment. The comte seized his wife in his arms and lifted her
42 IX | bed the right side, that wife of mine.”~One evening as
43 IX | Jeanne saw the outline of the wife and of the husband fleeing
44 IX | triumphant, was holding his wife’s trembling horse in his
45 IX | evening Julien said to his wife: “Your mother is in a pretty
46 IX | attempted to raise his wife. But she was clasping the
47 IX | poor old Paul,” and whose wife had been the baroness’ dearest
48 IX | many people. He asked his wife some question in a low tone
49 IX | Fourville came to fetch his wife he was also crying as though
50 X | about riding, but it does my wife good.”~The baron returned
51 X | You are the complaisant wife! There is nothing more for
52 X | vacant.~He stammered: “My wife is here, is she not?” Jeanne,
53 X | out. He concluded that his wife was expiring, and the thought
54 XI | degrees like a farmer’s wife accustomed to command. She
55 XIV | affairs, the farmer and his wife offered to let Jeanne go
56 XIV | and in great straits. My wife is dying after giving birth
57 XIV | child, whom my janitor’s wife is bringing up on the bottle
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