Chapter

 1     I|           poor Vidra; but a mouse - oh, oh!"~ ~"Don't be a fool,
 2     I|            Vidra; but a mouse - oh, oh!"~ ~"Don't be a fool, man!
 3     I|      comment s'appelle ça? - frogs? oh yes, of course - these frogs
 4     I|           What do they call it?"~ ~"Oh, I see! They call it the
 5     I|            follies."~ ~"Really?"~ ~"Oh yes. He never budges from
 6     I|        anything else about him?"~ ~"Oh, I could tell you a thousand
 7    II| restrictions you have laid upon me. Oh! don't be afraid. I am accustomed
 8    IV|             pocketing the pancakes. Oh, they were such funny, quizzical
 9    IV|            seat, my dear kinswoman? Oh, what a pleasure it is to
10    IV|          keep her for ever."~ ~"Ho! oh! ah!" resounded on every
11    IV|          live with Aunt Teresa!"~ ~"Oh, what a pleasant time you'
12     V|        something by her needlework. Oh, ye men and women who swim
13     V|             close beside her sigh, "Oh, what splendid, what sublime
14     V|        opposite the fifth pillar.~ ~Oh ho! So he was a great nobleman,
15    VI|         offer their assistance?"~ ~"Oh, no end to them! There is
16   VII|        business is it of yours?"~ ~"Oh, no business of mine, of
17   VII|        without raising her eyes.~ ~"Oh, so thou dost want thy dear
18   VII|          well after his consort.~ ~"Oh, I'll look after her," cried
19  VIII|             Suppose I say that?"~ ~"Oh, I'm sure of that."~ ~"Well,
20  VIII|             their own children; and oh, how they would have liked
21  VIII|       living face was near her, and oh, then, how good it was to
22  VIII|            could love him so truly, oh, so truly as she would have
23    IX|             what was the matter.~ ~"Oh, sir! oh, my dear sir! most
24    IX|             the matter.~ ~"Oh, sir! oh, my dear sir! most worthy,
25    IX|           the dust from your boots! Oh, thou guardian angel of
26    IX|            unfortunate mother I am. Oh, oh, Mr. Boltay, you cannot
27    IX|        unfortunate mother I am. Oh, oh, Mr. Boltay, you cannot
28    IX|            from dying of hunger.~ ~"Oh, sir, a thousand thanks;
29    IX|       speaking to some one else - - Oh, then, all my desires would
30    IX|           harm, that I can see."~ ~"Oh, sir, you speak like an
31    IX|            heaven. But my daughter? Oh, my daughter! She will not
32    IX|           reconcile her to you."~ ~"Oh, sir, I don't expect that
33    IX|          were both lying in bed.~ ~"Oh, oh! my darling girl!" she
34    IX|           both lying in bed.~ ~"Oh, oh! my darling girl!" she began; "
35    IX|            were well or poorly off. Oh! that man was positively
36    IX|    reception of the burning oil.~ ~"Oh, what absurdities that gentleman
37    IX|           kissing her hand also.~ ~"Oh, what a pretty hand, what
38    IX|         hand, what an elegant hand! Oh, my darling, my only girl!
39    IX|              Abellino Kárpáthy."~ ~"Oh, 'tis he, then!" exclaimed
40    IX|           once, a long way off."~ ~"Oh, what a handsome, refined,
41    IX|           did not suspect anything. Oh, a sage damsel! a golden-minded
42    IX|             manners or good morals. Oh no! Mr. Kecskerey would
43    IX|             did not turn up at all? Oh, what bitter grief and anguish
44    IX|         arrived here from Paris."~ ~Oh, as for that, Mr. Kecskerey,
45    IX|             to make her his wife.~ ~Oh yes; and the girl seemed
46    IX|           you are marrying, eh?"~ ~"Oh, it is only a left-handed
47    IX|            only paid him double.~ ~"Oh, my friend, you have made
48     X|            Count Rudolf Szentirmay. Oh, that is a great man if
49     X|       honour of the young bride.~ ~"Oh, he must be here by then,"
50     X|           and with good reason).~ ~"Oh, my husband is most kind
51     X|        advice, a mother's guidance. Oh, a mother's watchful providence
52     X|    compelled her to do the same.~ ~"Oh!" sobbed Fanny, "I know
53     X|          first moment I beheld you. Oh, let me hold fast to the
54     X|          and has made me happy!"~ ~"Oh, Fanny!" exclaimed Flora,
55     X|       really did pity the woman.~ ~"Oh yes, yes! call me that!"
56     X|            only did she feel happy, oh so happy!~ ~"Come, come,
57     X|       husband has resolved to give. Oh, you would never imagine
58     X|            vaguely into vacancy.~ ~"Oh, a mere bagatelle - only
59    XI|            the young originals."~ ~"Oh," said Fanny, "I shall understand
60    XI|          pass on to the ladies."~ ~"Oh yes, let us discuss the
61   XII|           very greatly he is loved. Oh what a joy it will be even
62  XIII|             light of your eyes."~ ~"Oh, we'll look after her!"
63  XIII|              of charitable objects. Oh! we who are rich have so
64   XVI|           bow invited her to dance. Oh, how beautiful he was! Fanny
65   XVI|           sort."~ ~"About whom?"~ ~"Oh, if I were to tell, the
66   XVI|             can form no notion."~ ~"Oh, don't suppose me so simple!
67  XVII|          come here to seek you out. Oh, how greatly that lady loves
68  XVII|        comical, general topics. But oh, through it all she had
69  XVII|       suffered then because of you? Oh, why did you come hither
70 XVIII|             Kecskerey, laughing.~ ~"Oh, it is infamous!" exclaimed
71 XVIII|     Abellino, with sparkling eyes. "Oh, that man I should like
72   XIX|           pillows, sobbed bitterly, oh, so bitterly![Pg 337]~ ~ ~ ~
73   XXI|     sleeping, I see her dying - - ~"Oh! come, come away!"~ ~"We
74   XXI|             were so dear to me."~ ~"Oh, sir," said the priest, "
75   XXI|           steward, Peter Varga."~ ~"Oh, sir!" the other old man