Chapter

 1 I   |       her head to look at her husband, said:~“Well, well! Gerome.”~
 2 I   |         she murmured.~But her husband shook his head in denial,
 3 I   |      thing. It used to put my husband in quite a rage; he would
 4 I   |   been delightful to her. Her husband, without being brutal, was
 5 I   |      their connections on her husband’s side and on her own, to
 6 I   |       father” (she called her husband “father” at home, and sometimes “
 7 III |   Beausire, who had known her husband, cried:~“Come, come, madame,
 8 IV  |    and shaking hands with the husband.~And what next—what next—
 9 IV  |     herself as a suitor and a husband? Why inquire? She had married,
10 IV  |       by the side of a vulgar husband who always talked of trade,
11 V   |     all men—all excepting the husband whom they no longer needed
12 V   |      he had been that woman’s husband—and not her child—he would
13 VI  |     Several times already her husband, surprised to see her sit
14 VI  | breath, and so white that her husband exclaimed:~“She is going
15 VI  |       and dreadful grief. Her husband tried to take her hands
16 VII |    much his wife as he was my husband before God who created us
17 VIII| Pierre is not come down?”~Her husband shrugged his shoulders.~“
18 VIII|       to have to marry such a husband as mine.”~Jean made no reply.
19 VIII|      the purchase of her late husband, the captain. They represented
20 VIII|    vessel which bore away her husband vanished on the horizon.
21 VIII|      into the distance at her husband’s boat which was going to
22 IX  | downcast eyes, very pale. Her husband touched her arm.~“Come,”
23 IX  |    are you crying?” asked her husband, “when you know he will