Part, Chapter
1 I, I | paint.”~“What, pray?”~“I don’t know, you see, since I
2 I, I | She seated herself.~“Oh, don’t disturb yourself over
3 I, II | have recognized her, and I don’t dare to tutoyer the young
4 I, II | You are very thin.”~“Oh, don’t say that!” exclaimed the
5 I, II | case is a little different. Don’t you think so, Corbelle?”~
6 I, III| lady?” Annette inquired.~“I don’t know,” said Bertin, at
7 I, III| made a moue that signified “Don’t talk about that!” and
8 I, III| boldly upon his energetic, Don Quixote-like face the somewhat
9 I, III| exclaimed Landa.~“Such proofs don’t count.”~“They suffice
10 II, II | that he had caught her.~“I don’t know; it depends upon
11 II, II | must leave here soon.”~“Oh, don’t speak of that yet!” Olivier
12 II, III| bottom of your heart.”~“I don’t understand. Explain yourself
13 II, IV | murmured to him.~He smiled.~“Don’t be vexed with me. You
14 II, IV | thought a few seconds.~“I don’t know.”~“To take you and
15 II, IV | burst of laughter.~“Ah, you don’t say ‘tu‘ to me any more!
16 II, VI | And I love you, too.”~“Oh, don’t speak of that any more!”~“
17 II, VI | find them and read them—I don’t care!”~“I will not have
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