Chapter

 1 I   |           well. And how are you?”~“Oh, I am not very well. I cough
 2 III |          cannot inquire for her.”~“Oh, yes, you can; she has risen.
 3 III |           shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, he is superintendent of
 4 III |             And our—our article?”~“Oh, do not worry about it;
 5 IV  |     Saint-Potin rubbed his hands. “Oh, she is beloved by an old
 6 V   |         she fell upon his breast: “Oh, my poor darling! Had I
 7 V   |           possible? What disgrace, oh, my God! You gave her my
 8 V   |           the money—for that woman—oh, the wretch!”~For several
 9 VI  | indifferently and replied calmly: “Oh, you can come just the same;
10 VI  |             and when she wants it! Oh, she is as maneuvering as
11 VII |         covering him with kisses.~“Oh, my darling, if you only
12 VIII|        opened the door and cried: “Oh, sir, Madame is awaiting
13 VIII|      darling. I do not want to die—oh, save me—go for the doctor.
14 VIII|              I do not want to die! Oh, my God—my God—what has
15 VIII|      happened to me? I cannot see. Oh, my God!” His staring eyes
16 IX  |         murmured as if stupefied: “Oh, my God!”~He fell upon his
17 IX  |            understand my position. Oh, if I could have married
18 IX  |        husband’s shoulder, cried: “Oh, how beautiful! I did not
19 IX  |   recognizing Georges, she cried: “Oh Lord, is it you?”~He replied
20 X   |           his wife to his breast: “Oh, my little Made.”~She said
21 XI  |          in a tone of conviction: “Oh, Mme. Walter is irreproachable.
22 XI  |          She ceased and murmured: “Oh, Georges!”~He added: “Poor
23 XI  |           me. I am mad—I love you. Oh, if you knew how I love
24 XI  |           with Georges, she said: “Oh, my darling Bel-Ami, I love
25 XII |         overcome by astonishment.~“Oh, my God!” she continued
26 XII |           upon her knees sobbing: “Oh, father, have pity upon
27 XIII|           if she had been struck: “Oh, Georges!” And pressing
28 XIII|           She gazed at him sadly. “Oh, Georges, I can no longer
29 XIII|          somewhat, she exclaimed: “Oh, some woman has left hairs
30 XIII|        with you something of hers. Oh, you are a traitor.” She
31 XIII|            a shrill, nervous cry: “Oh, it is an old woman’s hair—
32 XIV |         formal will.”~He replied: “Oh, that is very simple. We
33 XV  |        papa is rich.”~He replied: “Oh, you will soon marry—some
34 XV  |         more.”~She cried frankly: “Oh, oh, I shall not! I shall
35 XV  |            She cried frankly: “Oh, oh, I shall not! I shall choose
36 XV  |         them at a door and cried: “Oh, here you are! Now, Bel-Ami,
37 XV  |       money.”~She became excited: “Oh, you will not refuse it
38 XVII|          Suzanne interrupted him: “Oh, mamma would be glad.”~He
39 XVII|       occurred to her, and cried:~“Oh, what bliss! When will you
40 XVII|              He clasped her hand. “Oh, how I love you! How brave
41 XVII|       marry Marquis de Cazolles?”~“Oh, no!”~Mme. Walter, turning
42 XVII|             She murmured faintly:~“Oh, it was terrible, with mamma
43 XVII|            did she say? Tell me!”~“Oh, it was frightful! I entered