Chapter

 1     I| disappeared.~ ~The gipsy could not speak, but one of his hands involuntarily
 2     I|        down on his chair unable to speak, but pointed convulsively
 3     I|   tonnerres!" he cried, "can't you speak any other language here
 4     I|            rich betyár of whom you speak, and I am not dead yet,
 5     I|         What! In my coffin! Do you speak of coffins to me?"~ ~"Of
 6    II|            gain four, and so on. I speak frankly. I give much and
 7   III|             Where did you learn to speak so fluently?"~ ~"For the
 8    IV|         grievances there are which speak even when they are dumb.
 9    IV|             the same career. Don't speak. It is better to be silent
10     V|          he constrained himself to speak.~ ~"Pardon me for troubling
11   VII|          scribbling on it!"~ ~"You speak like a fool," growled Master
12   VII|          What, sir, you presume to speak again, eh?"~ ~"I? I never
13   VII|            Jock made it a point to speak to nobody on his birthday
14  VIII|          don't know whom you love? Speak out! don't be such a coward!
15  VIII|         who can see him every day, speak to, admire, and honour him!
16    IX|         only once? I do not ask to speak to her, but if I might just
17    IX|         both see your daughter and speak to her. You shall live here
18    IX|          can see."~ ~"Oh, sir, you speak like an angel from heaven.
19    IX|         Why, nothing at all, so to speak - a mere chimera, which
20     X|           for making so bold as to speak of the poor thing. But to
21     X|            necessary that I should speak to your ladyship at all
22     X|       would look up as if about to speak; but in the very act of
23     X|             and as she could never speak without laughing, and as
24     X|        could not help it. Alas! to speak of a mother before her was
25    XI|             and, besides that, can speak fluent Latin, has the code
26   XII|   possesses as her very own, so to speak, the man in whose honour
27  XIII|          she must not even dare to speak of him, lest her blushes
28  XIII|         make me more exacting."~ ~"Speak, speak! would that there
29  XIII|          more exacting."~ ~"Speak, speak! would that there were no
30   XVI|            you have not deigned to speak to me. Ten times, at least,
31  XVII|         Not another word did Fanny speak, but she hardened her face
32  XVII|            the room. She wanted to speak to her lady-companion, she
33 XVIII|           our friend Kecskerey can speak of him so lightly?" inquired
34   XIX|           enough to hear the child speak, to read a meaning in his
35   XIX|            his sweet babblings, to speak words to him that he might
36   XIX|         positive was an attempt to speak.~ ~"Talk away, my darling
37   XIX|         long she will be unable to speak."~ ~Kárpáthy allowed himself
38   XIX|          beside the bed, unable to speak a word. His eyes were tearless.
39  XXII|         past and on the future. To speak of his thoughts would be