Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |     pressing him to her as she cried: “No, no, I will not!”~Then
 2    I,  III|        Bravo, little one!” she cried. “For the last six years
 3    I,  III|   several men.~“I choose you!” cried the Baron de Baverie.~“I
 4    I,  III|    fatigued him that the Baron cried for quarter. Then he fenced
 5    I,  III|    sacrebleu!they do mean it,” cried Rocdiane. “Do you believe
 6    I,  IV |  ladder of the varnishers, who cried: “Make way, Messieurs! Make
 7   II,  II |      Annette, from her window, cried:~“Fetch them, Julio, fetch
 8   II,  II |      Good morning, mamma!” she cried, “wait till we have finished
 9   II,  II |     Bertin, from his position, cried to the Countess:~“Isn’t
10   II,  V  |       a friend.”~“Come, come!” cried the Count; “let us go. We
11   II,  VI |       a carriage!”~“Dead?” she cried.~“No, no!” said he; “read
12   II,  VI | Olivier! My God! Olivier!” she cried. “What is the matter? Shall