Chapter

1  7,7|      Madame d'Argeles. She was lying back in her arm-chair, white,
2  9,3|     bed on which the dress was lying, and, with a trembling hand,
3 10,2|     said these words as he was lying there as pale as death with
4 15,2| picking up the weapon that was lying on the floor near him, my
5 15,2|      it was morning, and I was lying, still dressed, on a bed
6 15,4|     feared that if he left me, lying unconscious beside my brother'
7 18,1|        of his bleeding corpse, lying lifeless in some deserted