Chapter

 1  1,1|        been passing her off as his daughter. Ah! this is a strange world." ~
 2  2,5|     perfect faith in you. We had a daughter; and if a fear or a doubt
 3  2,5|           only for the sake of our daughter. I trembled lest the scandal
 4  2,5|            began? And what is your daughter to-day? Her extravagance
 5  2,5|         And, at this very hour, my daughter and my son-in-law are plotting
 6  2,5|         some letters written by my daughter - by his wife - to some
 7  2,5|           the husband and wife, my daughter and my son-in-law, had concocted
 8  2,5|         then send to his wife - my daughter!" ~Pascal was absolutely
 9  3,1|         alone! I have a wife and a daughter - but they hate me. They
10  3,1|           dish until I had seen my daughter or my wife do so. To prevent
11  3,3|      spoken of." ~"Well, it is his daughter whom I am about to marry -
12  3,3|           marry - his illegitimate daughter." ~The baron started. "Excuse
13  3,3|            it happen then that his daughter, even though she be his
14  3,3|         will or to acknowledge his daughter." ~"But why had he not taken
15  3,3|          formal recognition of his daughter was attended by too many
16  3,3|           birth to a pretty little daughter, Mademoiselle Marguerite.
17  3,3|            determined, to have his daughter. But he arrived too late.
18  3,4|      slightest attempt to find his daughter, so much did he fear to
19  3,4|           compelled to conceal his daughter in some provincial convent.
20  4,1|           right to adopt their own daughter." And so strange are the
21  6,2|         Chalusse as your brother's daughter. She is known as Mademoiselle
22  6,3|        only hold my peace, and the daughter of M. de Chalusse and Madame
23  6,3|            beloved by my brother's daughter - I did not know - " ~The
24  6,4|          be visited by my wife and daughter, by the Viscountess de Bois
25  7,7| Mademoiselle Marguerite, my wife's daughter, I renounced all thought
26  8,4|         incomprehensible! You, the daughter of a man who possessed an
27 11,1|            on his finger; he has a daughter, for the ends of his necktie
28 11,5|            acknowledges you as his daughter, and which consequently
29 12,1|        replied: "Marguerite is the daughter of Baroness Trigault." ~
30 12,1|            up in her pathway. "The daughter of the baroness!" she faltered. "
31 12,1|         every minute, 'Where is my daughter now, and what is she doing?
32 12,1|     herself: 'That, perhaps, is my daughter!'" ~Pascal turned pale,
33 12,1|      severely if you knew what her daughter has suffered - if you knew
34 12,2|         that you will marry is the daughter of such a woman as Baroness
35 12,2|          was the mistress, not the daughter, of the Count de Chalusse.
36 12,4|            time to acknowledge his daughter or to bequeath her his immense
37 13,2|            for Madame Trigault, my daughter, and my son-in-law. It has
38 13,2|          by my wife, scorned by my daughter, swindled by my son-in-law,
39 16,2|           the count's illegitimate daughter. Her word was law in the
40 16,2|           the count's illegitimate daughter, who lived in the house
41 16,4|       recognizes Marguerite as his daughter, and makes her his sole
42 18,3|            count treated me like a daughter - that is all! Who I am,
43 18,3|          told me that you were the daughter of the Count de Chalusse,
44 18,4|        dear baron," said she, "the daughter of the noble and esteemed
45 18,5|           me to present to you the daughter of the Count de Chalusse."
46 18,5|      brought this young girl - her daughter - to her he must know everything,
47 18,5|            by saying: "You are the daughter of the Count de Chalusse?" ~"
48 18,5|        everything - for you are my daughter; do you not know it? Did
49 19,3|         recognize Marguerite as my daughter in my will, and, at the
50 19,3|           he recognized you as his daughter, and bequeathed you his
51 19,4|      Mademoiselle Marguerite, your daughter, on the day she presents
52 19,5|         murmuring: "Marguerite, my daughter! Ah! how unjust my prejudices
53 19,5|               It was necessary, my daughter," whispered Madame Ferailleur. ~"
54 20,3|           more outrageously by his daughter and her husband, separated