Chapter

  1  1,1|        chamber door. "It is I, my son," said Madame Ferailleur
  2  1,2|         as she was alone with her son, she turned to him and asked: "
  3  1,2|         thrown her arms round her son's neck, and have mingled
  4  1,2|     thanked God. She had read her son's heart, and perceiving
  5  5,4|           himself that he was the son of a great English nobleman -
  6  5,4|       that he is her illegitimate son? Never! She would rather
  7  5,6|     estate. If she hesitates, her son will compel her to urge
  8  6,1|     Fortunat, knew that she had a son. Perhaps he was even acquainted
  9  6,1|         honor as the price of her son's happiness and prosperity.
 10  6,1|         honest livelihood. As the son of a poor, betrayed, and
 11  6,1|           face. But where can the son of Lia d'Argeles hide his
 12  6,2|           and vengeance!" ~If her son's life had depended on a
 13  6,2|           repeated blows, and her son, her brother, Marguerite,
 14  6,3|          Patterson to summon your son to England, under any pretext
 15  6,4|           Will you sacrifice your son's future in this style?" ~"
 16  6,4|     people suppose. No matter. My son is a man; he must learn
 17  6,5|       condemn it. I sinned for my son's sake, more than for my
 18  6,5|          my brother's child to my son. I see what my duty is,
 19  6,5|          wandering about near her son's home that she seldom allowed
 20  6,5|        them as mere proofs of her son's honesty of feeling - as
 21  7,2|      assured me that I was - your son. I was completely stunned
 22  7,2|         she faltered; "Wilkie; my son, forgive me!" Alas! the
 23  7,2|         have suffered cruelly, my son," she continued; "but I -
 24  7,3|         before you, before my own son. And yet it was for your
 25  7,3|           and I wished to save my son from it. I would have licked
 26  7,3|          tear-stained eyes to her son's. "Wilkie," she murmured. ~"
 27  7,3|          to her: 'Take care! Your son will be twenty some day,
 28  7,3|           s head before one's own son! Alas! Wilkie, I know only
 29  7,3|           to believe him! And her son was beside her, so near
 30  7,3|           in a close embrace. "My son! my son!" she repeated; "
 31  7,3|        close embrace. "My son! my son!" she repeated; "to have
 32  7,3|        peculiar expression on her son's face. She had compelled
 33  7,4|       that the strangeness of her son's expressions would have
 34  7,4|          Trust yourself to me, my son. I know a pleasant village
 35  7,4|        own heart for those of her son. She rose, trembling with
 36  7,4|         source of your wealth, my son." ~This anger, which succeeded
 37  7,4|            it is true; you are my son? ' So long as you did not
 38  7,4|       except this insult from her son. Still, she accepted it
 39  7,5|          renounce mine. I am your son, and I shall claim the property." ~"
 40  7,5|         to it? Because you are my son? But I will deny that you
 41  7,5|         And though it was not her son who had conceived this odious
 42  7,5|          to acknowledge you as my son?" ~"If you are not reasonable - - " ~"
 43  7,5|        disgust. Was it really her son who was speaking in this
 44  7,6|       betrayed," he thought; "her son is here!" Still, while the
 45  7,6|           being struck by her own son. "Ah, you rascal!" cried
 46  7,6|         feared she should see her son butchered before her very
 47  7,7|       terrible reality. "He is my son!" she moaned, "my son, my
 48  7,7|          my son!" she moaned, "my son, my Wilkie!" Then with a
 49  7,7|         fools. After keeping your son on a short allowance for
 50  7,7|         to hear what you and your son were saying. With a single
 51  7,7|       Without suspecting it, your son has perhaps rendered us
 52  8,4|        Fondege going to plead her son's cause? Mademoiselle Marguerite
 53  8,5|      Valorsay and M. de Fondege's son, coveted her hand; and one
 54  9,1|        had asked her hand for his son up to the present moment.
 55  9,1|     anxious to marry her to their son, Lieutenant Gustave? This
 56  9,4|         little one to marry their son. But when they become troublesome,
 57  9,6|           she should become their son's wife, even if they were
 58  9,6|         to talk to me about their son, Lieutenant Gustave. He
 59 10,4|        you put on your blouse, my son?" ~Although accustomed to
 60 10,4|           mother - - " ~"Hush, my son! When a man doesn't wish
 61 10,4|        sacrificed herself for her son, she had concealed herself
 62 10,4|      herself denounced by her own son! I, who am only a poor plebeian,
 63 11,2|     Madame Paul had not taken her son with her. He was still sitting
 64 11,3|        proud and delighted at her son's disinterestedness. That
 65 11,3|        between the mother and the son. He perceived M. Wilkie
 66 11,5|           several hours after her son, and took a very large quantity
 67 12,1|      joyful cry on perceiving her son. She was so accustomed to
 68 12,1|        she said, coldly, when her son's narrative was concluded. ~
 69 12,1|          should say: "And you, my son, would you marry the child
 70 12,2|     without seeming to notice her son's anger, Madame Ferailleur
 71 12,2|           our marriage?" ~"No, my son, nothing that I have learned
 72 12,2|          to come? I would have my son's wife above suspicion;
 73 12,3|         discuss this question, my son," she interrupted, "but
 74 12,3|           a woman to duty. If the son of a pure and virtuous wife,
 75 12,3|        and virtuous wife, and the son of an adulterous woman meet
 76 12,3|         arisen between mother and son. On hearing his dearest
 77 12,3|         of seeking a wife for her son, of choosing from among
 78 12,3|   Ferailleur was as silent as her son, and seemed equally anxious
 79 12,3|          must have understood her son's agitation, for as soon
 80 12,3|           Did you not tell me, my son, that Mademoiselle Marguerite'
 81 12,3|          story, said: "If I had a son, I should be proud to have
 82 12,3|          not wishing to wound her son's feelings, and as he insisted,
 83 12,3|       paper, she handed it to her son, exclaiming: "Read this
 84 13,6|        lend the old gentleman his son's money at from twelve to
 85 14,5|           shameful conduct of her son. In this sad-eyed, haggard-faced
 86 15,6|        educated, Wilkie, like the son of a noble family, while
 87 15,6|        believe me. But you are my son, and I owe you the truth,
 88 15,6|           and tenderness from her son, calculated to repay her
 89 15,6|          do this, even to put her son on his guard against a man
 90 16,1|    reputation for the sake of her son - a martyr, whose disgrace
 91 16,4|          Madame d'Argeles, or her son Wilkie, as their share of
 92 16,4|   drawing-room with the General's son, Lieutenant Gustave, and,
 93 17,3|         Madame Ferailleur and her son hut how was he to ascertain
 94 18,1|          General, who brought his son, Lieutenant Gustave, with
 95 18,4|        that they would find their son more inexorable than the
 96 18,4|          They have not seen their son," said Mademoiselle Marguerite
 97 19,2|  conquered by the strength of her son's passion, she at last yielded
 98 19,2|         it was not proper for her son's betrothed to run about
 99 19,2|     bravely toiled to educate her son, making him the man whom
100 19,3|   exclaimed: "Time is passing, my son. Each moment that is wasted
101 19,4|           wish you to marry their son, it is probably because
102 19,4|    Besides, a marriage with their son would protect them against
103 19,5| Ferailleur. "You are worthy of my son, and you will proudly guard
104 19,5|           and defensive, with the son of the Count de Chalusse'
105 19,5|         make. The Fondeges have a son who has no hand in the affair,
106 20,2|           entreaty respecting the son. ~However, while the young
107 20,3|           of remembrance from her son. As for her husband, she
108 20,3|       month allowed them by their son, who has been promoted to