Chapter

 1     I|         I suppose you mean your mother?"~ ~"Yes, yes, of course!
 2     I|         Yes, yes, of course! My mother, that's it! Well, my mother
 3     I|     mother, that's it! Well, my mother was a noble dame, and well-educated,
 4     I|     betimes, and I went with my mother to Paris. My name displeased
 5   III|     Have you neither father nor mother?"~ ~"I have no belongings
 6   III|     never seen either father or mother."~ ~"Then stop where you
 7    IV|            How their father and mother rejoiced in their beauty!
 8    IV|     Fanny stole a glance at her mother and sisters, and meeting
 9    IV|       want to stay here with my mother and sisters."~ ~"With your
10    IV|      and sisters."~ ~"With your mother and sisters, eh? and become
11  VIII|          and wretchedness - her mother and sisters. If she were
12    IX| unfortunate Mrs. Meyer, Fanny's mother," sobbed the woman in the
13    IX|        know what an unfortunate mother I am. Oh, oh, Mr. Boltay,
14    IX|    horrible torture it is for a mother who has bad daughters -
15    IX|       dear husband? But, sir, a mother's heart is never entirely
16    IX|      she would look at her poor mother? Would she be ashamed at
17    IX|          said he to the weeping mother, "don't take on so! You
18    IX|       too generous to spurn her mother in adversity. I'll take
19    IX|      Mrs. Meyer (the girl's own mother!) should artfully worm her
20    IX|    which might have impeded her mother's embraces. Teresa, too,
21    IX|         whereupon the sensitive mother hid her face in her daughter'
22    IX|       affectionate towards your mother! So far from avoiding, do
23    IX|   outside. So Fanny invited her mother to come and spend the night
24    IX|        she not? she was her own mother! She looked at her often,
25    IX|         well. She knew what her mother was talking about, what
26    IX|        Ay, ay! the best thing a mother could do for her daughter
27    IX|        to communicate, that her mother had come to her as a tempter.~ ~"
28    IX|     elbows, and listened to her mother's conversation with something
29    IX|     waited to see what else her mother was going to say. Presently
30    IX|      daughter deserved that her mother should take a little trouble
31    IX|        account.~ ~Fanny and her mother were alone over their coffee.
32    IX|    coffee. Fanny had wished her mother good morning and kissed
33    IX|        from time to time at her mother, who never once ceased praising
34    IX|       said the girl, taking her mother's hand (she was no longer
35    IX|       the coffee-spoon.~ ~"Yes, mother; sixty thousand florins
36    IX|      not make a fool of her old mother. She is, indeed, my own
37    IX|     were wild to know how their mother had fared.~ ~It took Mrs.
38    IX|       woman, whom I cannot call mother without a feeling of horror,
39    IX|         found it. It was in her mother's handwriting. The rich
40    IX|       to steal a march upon her mother, and look after the lucrative
41    IX|     indeed if she had wiped her mother out of the reckoning altogether!~ ~
42    IX|      bitter grief and anguish a mother's heart has to contend with!~ ~
43     X|       might look upon as a dear mother - not another Mrs. Meyer,
44     X|         Meyer, but a dear ideal mother such as all good people
45     X|       good people imagine every mother to be! how she longed, too,
46     X|       be her surest support - a mother's advice, a mother's guidance.
47     X|  support - a mother's advice, a mother's guidance. Oh, a mother'
48     X|        mother's guidance. Oh, a mother's watchful providence is
49     X|         it. Alas! to speak of a mother before her was to cause
50     X|      makes up for the loss of a mother."~ ~Shortly afterwards old
51   XVI|    there Count Gergely with his mother, young Eugene Darvay, the
52   XVI|    offer, and promised her dear mother, worthy Mrs. Meyer, that
53   XIX|      John Kárpáthy had become a mother. A son was born to her.~ ~
54   XIX|        desire to go back to his mother. Enough of caresses then,
55   XIX|         brought him back to his mother, whereupon the good gentleman
56   XIX|        on sleeping again.~ ~The mother put it back on Flora's breast,
57   XIX|      whispered to her -~ ~"Be a mother to my child."~ ~Flora could
58   XXI|         said these words: 'Be a mother to my child!' I have not
59   XXI|        good father, what a good mother, you will inherit!~ ~"And
60  XXII|       as if she were really its mother.~ ~Happy child!~ ~The good
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