Book,  Chapter

 1        I,  V   |  knowing it, is still resolute. Poor girl! Her motive for the
 2        I,  VI  |       the tents even before the poor Bohemians had left them.~
 3        I,  VI  | suddenly rushed into his mind. “Poor child!” he thought to himself. “
 4        I,  VII |         its consequences. These poor people, scarcely recovered
 5        I,  VIII|        She ate little, and as a poor girl whose means are small
 6        I,  IX  |          crow” is the stingy or poor traveler, who at the post-houses
 7        I,  X   | scolding, sometimes coaxing his poor beasts, who were suffering
 8        I,  XI  |        laughed before.~“But the poor devil is quite right!” he
 9        I,  XI  |         months’ nursing of some poor little infant?”~“I never
10        I,  XII | cultivated fields; the soil was poor, at least at the surface,
11        I,  XV  |         of skin, pastured their poor herds of sheep. In order
12        I,  XV  |        rubbed the wounds of the poor animal with hot grease according
13        I,  XVI |  daughter and the mother of the poor children, kneeling on the
14       II,  IV  |        except for the crouching poor, the town stood empty to
15       II,  V   |        more than your cousin!”~“Poor fellow!” added Alcide, as
16       II,  VI  |        he fixed his eyes on the poor girl, as though he would
17       II,  VI  |         Burnt out his eyes! Oh! poor little father! I am going
18       II,  VI  |         from far.”~“Very far.”~“Poor young people! It must have
19       II,  VII |         how beautiful it is, my poor fellow, and how unfortunate
20       II,  VII |         were evidently those of poor people, and quite empty.
21       II,  VIII|       too when he sees that his poor son is blind! Ah! everything
22       II,  IX  |   friend?” exclaimed the girl. “Poor Nicholas! Our meeting will
23       II,  IX  |          You are quite done up, poor child,” he said sometimes.~“
24       II,  IX  |       felt that he was dragging poor Nadia forward too rapidly,
25       II,  IX  |     having led me to Irkutsk.”~“Poor Michael!” answered Nadia,
26       II,  IX  |         drag yourself along, my poor Nadia!”~“Come, Michael,”
27       II,  IX  |      prayed a last time for the poor fellow, inoffensive and
28       II,  X   |        the raft. Indeed, to the poor moujiks, the women, old
29       II,  X   |     have burnt out his eyes! My poor brother is blind!”~A feeling
30       II,  XI  |     faint in the distance.~“Our poor companions!” murmured Nadia.~
31       II,  XV  |       place where he had buried poor Nicholas. A cross was erected