Chapter

  1  1,1|         the world. But he had his mother to think of; - he belonged
  2  1,1|         woman doesn't please you, mother?" ~"I want you to see her." ~
  3  1,1|        the little parlor with his mother, Pascal found himself in
  4  1,1|         promptly. ~Pascal and his mother exchanged glances. They
  5  1,1|          hearts of Pascal and his mother, she began to relate the
  6  1,1|        Chalusse." ~Pascal and his mother could not repress a start
  7  1,2|     dejectedly. "Didn't you hear, mother?" he faltered. ~"Hear what?" ~"
  8  1,2|       slandered." ~"In that case, mother," said Pascal, "you were
  9  1,2|  unspeakable misery of hearing my mother doubt Marguerite!" He did
 10  1,2|   Trigault's," he remarked to his mother; "if my presentiments don'
 11  2,4|           were all explained. "My mother was right," he thought; "
 12  2,5|          explained; but that of a mother, never! Fool! idiot! that
 13  2,5|          absence you had become a mother. Why didn't I kill you?
 14  3,3|         had been abandoned by her mother when only five or six months
 15  4,1|         Mademoiselle Marguerite's mother is. What is to be done?
 16  4,1|         that I loved Marguerite's mother." ~ ~
 17  4,2|           That is exactly what my mother told me." ~"Ah! that's Madame
 18  5,2|         who was most probably his mother, still lingered in his memory.
 19  5,2|          being installed with his mother in a very handsome suite
 20  5,2|          long conference with his mother, or, at least, with the
 21  5,2|         instinctive fear, for his mother took him on her lap, and
 22  5,3|        crying and begging for his mother at first; but gradually
 23  5,3|        thoughtful tenderness of a mother. None of those little superfluities
 24  5,6|     rejoice," said he. "Yes, your mother is the sister of the Count
 25  5,6|     interesting young man who his mother really was, he hesitated. ~"
 26  5,6|        Wilkie. ~"Well - when your mother was a young girl, about
 27  6,1|        and scorn to bestow upon a mother who had fallen from the
 28  6,2|        sure that my wife became a mother in my absence. I sought
 29  6,3|          Wilkie will know who his mother is." ~"No." ~"But - - " ~"
 30  6,4|       unborn child. My father and mother had died, and he hoped to
 31  7,1|         little or nothing for his mother's reputation. The prejudices
 32  7,2|          s millions, but also his mother, that is to say, the good
 33  7,2|           is too absurd! I - your mother! Why, look at me - - " ~
 34  7,2|            Other young men have a mother, sisters, relatives. I have
 35  7,2|           was too difficult for a mother's heart. "You have suffered
 36  7,2|        frightful agony it costs a mother to separate from her child!
 37  7,3|        sacrifice permissible in a mother. I am punished for it as
 38  7,3|          at Madame d'Argeles, his mother, who was crouching in the
 39  7,3|   repeated. "Will you not call me mother?" ~"Yes, of course - certainly.
 40  7,3|           cold as ice beneath his mother's kisses. Indeed, he barely
 41  7,3|       many such cases. You are my mother; I care very little for
 42  7,4|       considered. It is decided - mother." ~She sprang up, wild with
 43  7,4|        not have to blush for your mother." ~"But - " ~"Trust yourself
 44  7,4|           and what I was, I had a mother's right to watch over you.
 45  7,4|          ignominy. It was not his mother's, but the Count de Chalusse'
 46  7,5|   formerly given you by your poor mother." ~Wilkie's face was whiter
 47  7,6| sacrificed herself for you - your mother? You try to strike your
 48  7,6|            You try to strike your mother, when you ought to kiss
 49  7,6|         up better than that. Your mother must answer you!" ~Alas!
 50  7,7|         him?" she said. "I am his mother; I can never cease to love
 51  7,7|         been lost, love for one's mother survives. Even convicts
 52  8,4|         am here. I will take your mother's place, and we will make
 53  8,5|        had known a father's and a mother's tender care from her infancy,
 54 10,2|             you have seen my good mother - my expenses are heavy - - " ~"
 55 10,2|          it. M. Andre and my good mother, they are my supports, my
 56 10,3|        reaching home he found his mother engaged in knitting, as
 57 10,3|          something dishonest. Ah! mother! do you think I can forget
 58 10,4|                             4~His mother said no more, and he entered
 59 10,4|        any noise in dressing, his mother, with the wonderfully acute
 60 10,4|       Toto," she remarked. ~"Yes, mother." ~"But why have you put
 61 10,4|        Although accustomed to his mother's remarkable quickness of
 62 10,4|         she said, gravely. ~"But, mother - - " ~"Hush, my son! When
 63 10,4|       promise you I'll leave him, mother," he declared, "so you may
 64 10,4|           You speak like the good mother that you are," he exclaimed
 65 11,2|       terrible charge against the mother. Did she no longer love
 66 11,2|               No." ~"Doesn't your mother ever talk to you about him?" ~"
 67 11,2|        did not reply; perhaps his mother had forbidden him to say
 68 11,2|       innocent accuser of his own mother. Chupin felt conscience-smitten
 69 11,2|        The child had revealed his mother's character with cruel precision.
 70 11,3|          left the shop. ~Chupin's mother - his poor good mother,
 71 11,3|          s mother - his poor good mother, as he called her - would
 72 11,3|           taken place between the mother and the son. He perceived
 73 11,4|         if he chose, tell her her mother's name - the name of the
 74 11,5|  furniture and went away with his mother." ~"I am aware of that,
 75 12,1|       that he was indebted to his mother alone for his escape from
 76 12,1|           And it was still to his mother - the incomparable guardian
 77 12,1|           was eager to inform his mother of the fortunate result
 78 12,1|           have succeeded?" ~"Yes, mother, beyond my hopes." ~"I was
 79 12,1| self-denial. If you knew, my dear mother, if you only knew - - " ~"
 80 12,1|      Heavens!" ~"It is the truth, mother; listen to me." And in a
 81 12,1|       knew only too well that his mother was right, and yet it wounded
 82 12,1|         baroness was Marguerite's mother after all. ~"So," continued
 83 12,1|          it's no credit to me; my mother was a saint, and I loved
 84 12,1|         depths of his soul by his mother's extraordinary vehemence.
 85 12,1|         marry the child of such a mother?" For he knew his mother'
 86 12,1|          mother?" For he knew his mother's prejudices, and the great
 87 12,1|    exposed to from the moment her mother left her on a door-step,
 88 12,1|           I don't understand you, mother," he faltered. ~"Then you
 89 12,2|          changed to terror. "You, mother, you!" ~"Yes; I - I have
 90 12,2|             Standing opposite his mother with one hand convulsively
 91 12,2|         your object in going out, mother?" he faltered. ~"Yes." ~"
 92 12,2|          Vantrasson," resumed his mother. "Then I sent for a cab
 93 12,2|      conversation with them." His mother's icy tones frightened Pascal.
 94 12,2|        gratitude." ~"Ah! you see, mother, you see!" ~"As for the
 95 12,2|         learn these last details, mother?" he inquired. ~"At the
 96 12,2|        was greatly elated. "Well, mother!" he exclaimed, "well, is
 97 12,2|        right! Ah, you are unjust, mother." ~"Unjust! Haven't I faithfully
 98 12,2|         unfortunate girl whom her mother cannot even recognize, since
 99 12,2|         even recognize, since her mother is a married woman - - " ~"
100 12,2|         married woman - - " ~"Ah! mother, is that Marguerite's fault?" ~"
101 12,2|     Pascal had become very pale. "Mother!" he said in a quivering
102 12,2|       said in a quivering voice, "mother!" ~"I mean that you will
103 12,3|           despise her because her MOTHER is a despicable woman? No -
104 12,3|         innocent victims of their mother's faults, were branded as
105 12,3|           irresponsible for their mother's faults, you will break
106 12,3|           had ever arisen between mother and son. On hearing his
107 12,3| prejudices," he thought; "when my mother knows her, she will feel
108 12,3|         his place to reproach his mother or censure her for her opinions.
109 12,3|        her for her opinions. What mother had ever been so devoted
110 12,3|        And where can one find the mother who does not count as one
111 12,3|        realized the suffering his mother had spoken of - the most
112 12,3|        repast. He ate because his mother filled his plate; but if
113 12,3|          can I be angry with you, mother, when I know that you are
114 12,3|              And it's quite true, mother." ~"She worked diligently,
115 12,3|         the table, saying: "Here, mother, read and see for yourself." ~
116 12,3|        Pascal eagerly watched his mother, anxious to read her impressions
117 12,3|        girl, reared by a virtuous mother, could have given better
118 12,3|           before you censure your mother." So saying, she rose, opened
119 12,4|           he had handed it to his mother on his return, and she had
120 12,4|        himself rather than to his mother: "The hand-writing is not
121 12,4|          noticed them, of course, mother? - command is written with
122 12,4|            then, in saying to his mother: "I can never believe that
123 12,4|          insurmountable. Even his mother's opposition had ceased
124 12,4|           s house, he said to his mother: "I've found a plan; and
125 13,8|           to give a trifle to the mother of a starving family. Besides,
126 14,1|         Madame Lia d'Argeles, his mother, a big, burly individual
127 14,1|         Madame Lia d'Argeles, his mother, who was, perhaps, dying,
128 14,2|          what passed between your mother and yourself?" ~"First I
129 14,2|   prevented him from striking his mother, he turned crimson, and
130 14,3|           you might overcome your mother's resistance, and even your
131 14,4|       terrible man with whom your mother has threatened you." ~"Ah!
132 15,1|     vortex of politics. Either my mother did not love me, or thought
133 15,1|          been chosen for me by my mother's confessor, and which were
134 15,1|         was to take it, not to my mother - whom I regarded as my
135 15,4|        had heard of my father and mother's death, and intended to
136 15,4|        wife, he COULD conquer the mother and he threatened to turn
137 15,4|           it was not pity for his mother's sufferings, nor shame
138 15,4|       hear the particulars of his mother's flight; but Madame d'Argeles
139 15,6|           crushed by the look his mother gave him - a look embodying
140 15,6|        which would only make your mother's shame and the disgrace
141 15,6|         he ought not to leave his mother in this style. "I hope I
142 15,6|       sacrifices. However, I am a mother, and I forgive you." Then
143 16,1|       would have darted after his mother and thrown himself on his
144 17,2|        suddenly gone off with his mother, with the apparent intention
145 18,2|           in relating despite his mother's frowns, were calculated
146 18,2|     enough to declare that if his mother had always kept house in
147 18,2|        not how long my father and mother have continually been chanting
148 18,2|        purer than crystal? Ah! my mother's descriptions fell far
149 18,2|           me - you forget that my mother - - " ~"Your mother has
150 18,2|       that my mother - - " ~"Your mother has only known me for a
151 18,3|       gone to his club." ~"And my mother?" ~"A friend of hers called
152 18,5|          a whisper: "This is your mother, young girl," he pushed
153 18,5|       proofs of it." ~"And - your mother?" ~"I don't know her; madame,
154 18,5|         could I have to say to my mother?" continued Marguerite. "
155 18,5|          that I would discover my mother, and have my revenge." ~"
156 18,5|           the hated and unnatural mother who abandoned you?" ~She
157 18,5|       pity, Marguerite, I am your mother. One has no right to deny
158 18,5|           right to deny one's own mother." ~But the young girl passed
159 18,5|         young girl passed on. "My mother is dead, madame; I do not
160 19,1|     thought that haunted her? Her mother! To think that such a woman
161 19,1|         that such a woman was her mother! Was it not enough to make
162 19,1|        the baroness was still her mother. Had she the right to be
163 19,2|      evening at eight o'clock. My mother will be waiting for you
164 19,2|          had Pascal spoken of his mother's prejudices and the inflexibility
165 19,2|           Ferailleur was Pascal's mother. For that reason alone,
166 19,2|          grand but simple-hearted mother had she dared; she would
167 19,2|       when she remembered her own mother, Baroness Trigault, and
168 19,3|         upon us unawares, my dear mother. Chupin has promised not
169 19,4|     silent and motionless: "Look, mother," he repeated, "look!" ~
170 20,1|        any great extent about his mother. Like every one else, he
171 20,2|           Chupin. "Vantrasson and mother Leon have confessed everything." ~"