Chapter

 1 Int |      author disappears, and we ask ourselves in vain what his
 2 Int |      make me smile or laugh. I ask myself why I stir, why I
 3 V   |     but she did not venture to ask for any more, and she bought
 4 VII |        Jeanne would frequently ask her: “Are you ill, my girl?”
 5 VII |      speak kindly to you. If I ask you the name of the man
 6 VII | abruptly: “Sir, I have come to ask you for an explanation of
 7 IX  |   Meditations.” Then she would ask for her drawer of “souvenirs,”
 8 IX  |     the doctor, she stopped to ask him: “Is it serious? Do
 9 X   |    replied: “No, but I want to ask your advice on a subject
10 X   |        everyone.~“As for me, I ask nothing better. I was afraid
11 XI  |      for the superintendent to ask for another. The treasurer
12 XI  |     The superintendent sent to ask her to come to his office
13 XI  | trembling. “But why did he not ask me?” The Jew explained at
14 XI  |     poor little Jeanne, I will ask God to take pity on you.”~
15 XIII|        My Dear Mother: I would ask nothing better than to go
16 XIII|   possible for me to do as you ask.~“The disinterestedness
17 XIII|        am going, therefore, to ask you to give me your permission
18 XIII|      will go to the lawyer and ask him to send it to you. If
19 XIII|     and went into a baker’s to ask her way, and he directed
20 XIII|        no longer dared even to ask her way of passersby, but
21 XIII|       the police department to ask them to look for her child.