Chap.

 1        1|   peculiar to a Parisian street child, she nonetheless appeared
 2        1|        Suddenly in the bouncing child the woman stood discovered,
 3        2|         was her little Louis, a child she had given birth to when
 4        2|     since her last visit to the child, had been seized with a
 5        3|     Muffat, he was an old man’s child; his father, a general,
 6        3|     that would explain the poor child’s adoption of the religious
 7        3|        the last ten years. That child adores music. As to me,
 8        4|   giggling like a greedy little child.~A footman hired for the
 9        4|         and vicious as a street child, yet on the high road to
10        4|       de Fougeray. Oh, the poor child, fancy her burying herself
11        4|       some say the illegitimate child of a countess. Never a penny
12        4|    Faloise, ill, sobbing like a child, calling after Clarisse,
13        5|       very young girl, almost a child, had drawn her skirts up
14        6|         too? Give me a kiss, my child.”~They had taken their seats
15        6|     together flowers, birds and child in her every sentence.~La
16        6|      telling you? Oh, that poor child! Why, he’s soaking!”~“Oh,
17        6|   tenderhearted, felt herself a child again. Most surely she had
18        6|        her, as though he were a child whose affectionate advances
19        6|      into the arms of this mere child. The house slept.~Next morning
20        6|    about nothing at all! By her child’s soul she swore she loved
21        6|       had been destined for the child. She played at being Mamma
22        6|       away, and he, she and the child would live alone. And with
23        6|         as to Georges, the poor child was at last causing her
24        6|   understood it all now. A mere child! He was brokenhearted at
25        6|    should have preferred a mere child to him! Steiner was his
26        6|         was his equal, but that child!~Mme Hugon, in the meantime,
27        7|      some surprise, “since your child’s better.”~She was sorry
28        7|         was a ragged, slouching child who fell into reveries in
29        7|      the vicious curiosity of a child. The sight of herself always
30        7|    silent length he wept like a child.~“It’s over with us,” he
31        8|      Papa, Papa!” stammered the child.~The company overwhelmed
32        8|        near neighborhood of the child, from whom he had to defend
33        8|    ejaculated simply, sighing a child’s big sigh.~For a second
34        8| addressed its mistress as “dear child.”~“Look, here she is!” continued
35        8|      sacrifices and to keep the child by her whatever might happen
36        8|          because, she said, the child took delight in his mother’
37        8|         ways. Louiset, a sickly child with poor blood, was still
38        9|    impossible. Good God, what a child you are!”~His energy subsided,
39       10|     your baby?” he asked in his child voice.~“Oh, I certainly
40       10|       which such terms as “mere child,” “family,” “honor,” were
41       10|    oranges and biscuits for the child, the kind of presents one
42       10|      well!~On the days when her child did not engross attention
43       10|     like—yes, by the head of my child!”~But the letter was long.
44       10|   shouted at her like a violent child and tried hard to overrule
45       10|         been complaining of the child’s melancholy behavior—he
46       11|        of ribbons and laces the child’s poor little face looked
47       11|         What a grave face!”~The child never smiled. With a very
48       11|        like an old shriveled–up child. His body was knotty and
49       11|      iron. The old shriveled–up child with his long, hard, dead
50       11|      That Vandeuvres was a mere child! She made a bored little
51       12|         spoke frankly about the child, as though he were its father.~“
52       12|       Well, and how’s this dear child?” he said familiarly to
53       12|     astonished look of a silent child and constantly glancing
54       13|          spiteful laughter of a child who delights in destruction.
55       13|          humbled utterly by her child’s crime, had at once cried
56       13|         had fancied himself her child, of pleasures stolen in
57       13|      off. It’s getting stupid—a child like that! He’s killing
58       13|        Georges—it was her other child.~Nana, in idiotic tones,
59       13|        complaints peculiar to a child who is being eaten up with
60       13|          making him lisp like a child and repeat tags of sentences.~“
61       13|         as though he had been a child. From that day forth Muffat
62       14|     never seen a sou. Seems the child died of that: in fact, it