Part,  Chapter

 1      I,       I|      gentleman. "She knows that her mother is a countess, and that
 2      I,       I|            cannot even remember her mother's name?"~ ~"We might take
 3      I,       I|            of clothing on which the mother with her own hands embroidered
 4      I,      II|            who has strayed from its mother. Every Frenchman respects
 5      I,     III|           surprise."~ ~The countess mother, however, was not in her
 6      I,     III|             her head resting on her mother's knee. It was a charming
 7      I,     III|            is very charming."~ ~The mother sat upright with sudden
 8      I,     III|              buried her face in her mother's skirts; the maid giggled
 9      I,     III|          search of the lost child's mother. Besides, everything conspired
10      I,      IV|      perfectly how to entertain her mother's guests, how to spice her
11      I,      IV|          hands than in those of her mother!" bitterly rejoined the
12      I,      IV|           to her eyes, and read her mother's letter.~ ~She shook her
13     II,       I|      inherited this estate from his mother, who was a Markoczy. The
14     II,       I|            canaries - a mistake the mother hen sought in the most emphatic
15     II,      II|          has a little son. When the mother was taken to prison, the
16     II,      II|             taken care of until his mother came back."~ ~By this time
17    III,      IV|           over him as tenderly as a mother over her child.~ ~"He did
18    III,      IV|            spring - like the frugal mother who stores away in May gifts
19     IV,       I|       stipulated that the boy whose mother was in prison should not
20     IV,       I|          impossible to capture. The mother of the lad was arrested
21     IV,       I|          where he would be with his mother. If, however, you condemn
22     IV,     III|        however, he inquired how the mother of the lad he had once had
23     IV,     III|            their miserable hut. The mother froze to death, - for it
24      V,     III|             give me a companion - a mother. I want some one to love, -
25      V,     III| impossibilities. Marie, were my own mother, whom I worshiped, still
26     VI,     III|         said once to me: 'Give me a mother - a woman whom I can love,
27     VI,     III|          for you. I will give you a mother - a woman you will love,
28     VI,      IV|            for whoever had seen her mother's pictures would have recognized
29     VI,      IV|           leave the royal maid in a mother's hands. Will you fill that
30     VI,      IV|            the lady who is to be my mother - the beautiful lady from
31     VI,      IV|            your heart yearned for a mother's care, and it must not
32     VI,      IV|         laugh and jest. Was not the mother still a girl, like the daughter?~ ~"
33     VI,      IV|         Marie, hurrying her "little mother" into the reception-room,
34    VII,      II|           little girls wear.~ ~"Her mother embroidered the three lilies
35    VII,      II|             the last lines from the mother to her daughter, and the
36    VII,     III|        little Amélie's place in her mother's heart, then it will be
37   VIII,       I|         trusted her and called her "mother."~ ~But time pressed. Three
38   VIII,       I|          intended to search for her mother, and asked if she had any
39   VIII,       I|           Jesu Maria!" shrieked the mother, in a tone of agony. "A
40   VIII,       I|        screamed the horror-stricken mother, staring with wild eyes
41   VIII,       I|             as a remembrance to the mother who exposed her on the streets,
42   VIII,      II|          murdered her who called me mother."~ ~She held the ivory locket
43   VIII,      II|         sent to this letter, little mother. I shall say to her, through
44   VIII,      II|        dwells: 'Little sister, your mother will wear the pure white
45     IX,      IV|        voice say:~ ~"That is right, mother. I, too, performed such
46      X,      II|         madame?" asked Vavel of the mother, after they had partaken
47      X,     III|          she has been a good little mother to me! She has wept so much