Chapter

 1 I   |     meet him.~“Good-evening, my dear Maitre,” said he, giving
 2 I   |      Poor Leon—our poor friend! Dear me! Dear me! Dead!”~The
 3 I   |       our poor friend! Dear me! Dear me! Dead!”~The tears started
 4 I   |          And would you wish, my dear sir, that my son should
 5 II  |         a heavy tone:~“Well, my dear old boy, you are a rich
 6 II  | Marowsko asked him: “What news, dear doctor?”~“None. Everything
 7 II  |       flavour. It is a find, my dear fellow.”~“Ah, really? Well,
 8 IV  |      called Pierre and Jean “my dear children,” and had never
 9 IV  |         But this is madness, my dear fellow; you will ruin yourself
10 V   |         violence, from saying: “Dear me! How like Jean!” And
11 VI  |     this will not do at all, my dear old woman. You must take
12 VI  |        are!” she exclaimed. “My dear fellow, you should never
13 VII |      moment and then said: “No, dear old man; go to bed. Pierre
14 VII |    again and again:~“Mother, my dear mother, I know it is not
15 VIII|       answered:~“What is it, my dear?”~“Are we to have nothing
16 VIII|          hang it all?”~“Yes, my dear, I am coming.”~And she went
17 VIII|       tenderly as “mother,” or “dear mother,” took care of her,
18 IX  |         I did not count on you, dear good doctor, I should have