Part,  Chapter

 1   Pres         | prosaic practice of law, his father's profession, to which Austria'
 2    III,     III|     coming with me."~ ~"Holy Father! The count will kill me
 3     IV,       I|   dare say you know that the father of your little protégé is
 4     IV,     III|    of ridicule and abuse. My father was well-born, but he died
 5   VIII,      II|      My deliverer, my second father! Where is he?"~ ~"He is
 6   VIII,      II|   take care of him! He was a father to me. For my sake he was
 7     IX,       I|   into every room, "Cambray! father! art thou here?" but received
 8     IX,       I|   were speaking.~ ~"Cambray! father!" called Marie; in a tone
 9     IX,       I|   don't shoot. It is I, your father."~ ~"Don't come any nearer,
10     IX,       I|     a wicked rascal like his father."~ ~He was silent a moment,