Chapter
1 Int | Maupassant, who had guided her son’s early reading, and had
2 II | Yes, madame, he is the son of Vicomte Jean de Lamare,
3 IV | then, it would be as if a son should come into our family;
4 VI | that the white one was the son of the yellow horse; then,
5 IX | got home she ran to her son, carried him up to her room
6 X | other day I nearly lost my son! What would have become
7 XI | herself entirely to her son.~He became the idol, the
8 XI | continued to prevent her son from taking his recreation
9 XI | possible that this was her son, her poor little boy who
10 XI | I will tell you. Your son needed a little money, and
11 XI | receive a letter from her son, and in her discouragement
12 XI | hope to see you soon.~“Your son,~“Vicomte Paul de Lamare.”~
13 XI | woman who had stolen her son from her, an unappeasable,
14 XI | she would rather lose her son than share his affection
15 XII | of consideration for her son.~After that, for a week,
16 XII | the young man:~“My Dear Son: I can do nothing more for
17 XII | work.”~It was her maid’s son, Julien’s son, Paul’s brother.~
18 XII | her maid’s son, Julien’s son, Paul’s brother.~She felt
19 XII | to her husband or to her son. He was ruddy, vigorous,
20 XII | the young farmer, Julien’s son, Denis Lecoq, came with
21 XII | departure, went to look for her son. They took her up and carried
22 XII | murmured; and then seizing her son’s hand: “Give him a good
23 XIII| pretty, the thought that her son would come back there haunting
24 XIII| woman who had stolen her son from her. It was this hatred
25 XIII| with all our heart.~“Your son,~“Vicomte Paul de Lamare.”~
26 XIII| had had such a hold on her son for so long, and had not
27 XIII| the desire to clasp her son in her arms, and would weaken
28 XIV | I am all alone; that my son has deserted me.” And Rosalie
29 XIV | and while Rosalie and her son were attending to their
30 XIV | Answer by return mail.~“Your son, who loves you,~“Paul.”~
31 XIV | cherishing it in one’s soul—her son’s sweetheart was going to
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