Chapter
1 Int| am always thinking of my poor Flaubert, and I say to myself
2 Int| disdainful tenderness, for poor old Savon, the old copying
3 Int| because, like himself, the poor outcast cherished a similar
4 Int| believe, rather, that I have a poor, proud, shameful heart,
5 I | little voice, “Oh, my God, my poor children!” She refused all
6 IV | had become “Aunt Lison,” a poor relation, very neat, frightfully
7 IV | yourself so much trouble, my poor Lison.”~One evening, toward
8 IV | matter, Aunt Lison?”~Then the poor woman, her voice full of
9 IV | saddened. Jeanne murmured:~“Poor aunt!” Julien replied. “
10 VI | keep from starving, and so poor, nevertheless, that they
11 VII| into the room, he found the poor girl had just been delivered
12 VII| it will not matter.” The poor girl glanced furtively at
13 IX | heartrending tone: “Oh, mamma, my poor mamma!” Then feeling that
14 IX | outsiders: “Father has the grip; poor Hortense burnt her finger;
15 IX | whenever he spoke of him, “My poor old Paul,” and whose wife
16 IX | face in her hands: “Oh, my poor mamma! oh, my poor mamma!”~
17 IX | Oh, my poor mamma! oh, my poor mamma!”~The stars were paling.
18 IX | repeatedly, exclaiming: “My poor dear, my poor dear!”~When
19 IX | exclaiming: “My poor dear, my poor dear!”~When Comte de Fourville
20 X | good thing? Because I am poor and they are rich! Look
21 XI | fast and to think of his poor mother, who would break
22 XI | that this was her son, her poor little boy who had helped
23 XI | a despairing letter:~“My Poor Mamma: I am lost. There
24 XI | with her last breath: “My poor little Jeanne, I will ask
25 XI | as she stammered out: “My poor mistress, Mam’zelle Jeanne,
26 XI | mistress, Mam’zelle Jeanne, my poor mistress, don’t you recognize
27 XI | How did you come back, my poor girl?”~“Pardi! do you suppose
28 XII| morning she said to her: “My poor girl, I never could make
29 XII| all the disturbance of her poor mind that had undergone
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