Chapter

 1 Int |        without making me long to cry out. Why is it? Why is it?
 2 III |      uttering their thin, shrill cry.~Perceiving a wood a little
 3 VI  |       place with a little chilly cry, seeking a shelter.~The
 4 VI  |      spoke. Jeanne, now ready to cry, got into the carriage and
 5 VII | clenching her teeth to smother a cry of anguish.~Jeanne suddenly
 6 VII |          as she was beginning to cry again, Jeanne made her escape.~
 7 VII |       husband’s shoulder.~At the cry she gave they both started
 8 VII |       baroness suddenly began to cry in a choking fashion, and
 9 VIII|     Presently she heard a little cry and, in spite of her weakness,
10 IX  |          in order to have a good cry, as she was so upset. Then
11 IX  |         my ‘relics’ that make me cry. They stir remembrances
12 IX  |          the window and began to cry piteously. Then, collapsing,
13 IX  |    beside the dead, and began to cry again with her face in her
14 XIV |      stop that; you will make it cry.”~And then she added, probably