Chapter

 1 I    |         francs a year.”~Forestier murmured: “That is not very much.”~“
 2 I    |        and perplexed. Finally he, murmured: “I have no suitable clothes.”~
 3 I    |         have had enough.”~Georges murmured: “Yes, I will stay a little
 4 II   |          to arrange his hair, and murmured half aloud, a habit of his: “
 5 II   |             She smiled kindly and murmured in a low voice: “I know.”~
 6 II   |           of the war.~Mme. Walter murmured to him in her soft tones: “
 7 II   |           simply on a thread.”~He murmured in reply, trembling at his
 8 IV   |     paused upon the threshold and murmured: “I beg your pardon, I am
 9 V    |       hand. The astonished mother murmured: “That is a conquest.” The
10 V    |        forgotten.”~Mme. Forestier murmured:, “There is no happiness
11 V    |          love. She too smiled and murmured: “We are alone. I sent Laurine
12 V    |        start; they separated. She murmured: “It is Laurine.”~The child
13 V    |         simple. I will move.”~She murmured: “Yes, but that will take
14 V    |         When she had left him, he murmured: “She is kind-hearted, anyway.”~
15 V    |       clasped her in his arms and murmured his apologies. Still she
16 V    |         again; it wounds me.”~She murmured: “You will never know how
17 VI   |           his self-possession, he murmured: “I have had a great deal
18 VI   |        intelligent.”~The old poet murmured: “Do you think so?”~The
19 VI   |      letter and I will obey.”~She murmured: “Thank you, I shall not
20 VIII |     Madeleine Forestier.”~Georges murmured: “Certainly I will go. Poor
21 VIII |        village and the sea.~Duroy murmured: “How cozy it is here! Where
22 VIII |          this morning.”~Forestier murmured: “Yes, I am better and stronger.
23 VIII |            confess.” The sick man murmured something. The priest repeated: “
24 VIII |   recovering his self-possession, murmured with a sigh of relief: “
25 VIII |          moonlight.~At length she murmured: “It is rather chilly,”
26 IX   |         several seconds, then she murmured:~“How kind of you to come!”~
27 IX   |           name?”~“Alexandre.”~She murmured “Alexandre!” two or three
28 IX   |          but she drew it away and murmured as if stupefied: “Oh, my
29 IX   |         at Chatou sometimes.”~She murmured: “We shall have a great
30 IX   |            pressed her to him and murmured: “I love you dearly, my
31 IX   |         She smiled trustfully and murmured as she returned his kisses: “
32 IX   |        that vast vaulted sky.~She murmured: “I am afraid; I should
33 IX   | confections from Paris.” Then she murmured: “Du Roy de Cantel. We will
34 X    |           he always has,”~Georges murmured: “Very well.”~He stopped
35 X    |    thought. From time to time she murmured: “Yes, yes; very good—excellent—
36 X    |       brilliant stars and Georges murmured, as he pressed his wife
37 XI   |         form of baptism.”~Georges murmured: “And—she—likes—me—”~“Yes.
38 XI   |         He drew near Clotilde and murmured: “When shall we meet again?”~“
39 XI   |       well enough acquainted.”~He murmured: “Permit me to hope that
40 XI   |           fellow?”~She ceased and murmured: “Oh, Georges!”~He added: “
41 XII  |           of her emotion.~Georges murmured: “Give me your hand that
42 XII  |          had never been weak. She murmured several words of supplication;
43 XII  |     beneath his mustache; then he murmured: “I am your slave.”~She
44 XIII |       listened to him gravely and murmured:~“Thank you. I will tell
45 XIV  |    consciences. In a low voice he murmured: “Come, confess your relations.”~
46 XIV  |        herself.”~Madeleine simply murmured: “As you wish.”~He continued: “
47 XIV  |         if you wish.”~Abashed, he murmured: “No, we will share it.
48 XV   |        moment a voice at his side murmured: “Georges!”~It was Mme.
49 XV   |   formerly. Can you do that?”~She murmured: “I can do anything in order
50 XV   |           before the picture, she murmured: “How beautiful He is! How
51 XVI  |         He paused. The young girl murmured half sadly, half gaily: “
52 XVII |         did it all pass off?”~She murmured faintly:~“Oh, it was terrible,
53 XVII |        Suzanne.”~Overcome, Walter murmured: “But he has her. And he
54 XVII |       resemblance to Bel-Ami, she murmured: “Jesus—Jesus—” while her
55 XVIII|       more simple than that?”~She murmured: “What a villain!”~He said
56 XVIII|       head. The ladies smiled and murmured as she passed them. The
57 XVIII|    touched by her apparent grief, murmured: “How affected that poor
58 XVIII|         bright, full of love. She murmured in her soft tones: “Until