Chapter

 1  1,1|      futility of his efforts. ~He rose, and had nearly finished
 2  1,2|   sensitive mind to the quick; he rose at once to his feet, and
 3  3,1|        with the doors open, so he rose, shut them, and returning
 4  4,1|           commonplace remarks. he rose to his feet and took his
 5  4,1|          of Ferdinand de Coralth, rose to his lips; but he did
 6  6,2|       loved or feared, or hated - rose like spectres before her
 7  6,3|         world!" ~Madame d'Argeles rose, her face radiant with joy
 8  7,1|     possible emergencies. He then rose to depart. "That's all,
 9  7,1|           s lost." ~His companion rose proudly. "If it fails, it
10  7,4|         for those of her son. She rose, trembling with sorrow and
11  7,6|     advantage of a heavy loss, he rose from the table, swearing
12  7,6|         their sockets - M. Wilkie rose, with difficulty, to his
13  7,7|             Madame d'Argeles half rose, and said, in an agitated
14  8,1|       Fondege, whose shrill voice rose above the rumble of the
15  8,1|         for it." ~The retort that rose to the housekeeper's lips
16  8,3| ravenously of every dish, a flush rose to his cheeks, and an expression
17  8,3|           longer." ~M. de Fondege rose from the table, looking
18  9,2|         awakening suspicion. ~She rose early the next morning,
19 11,2|      fellow," said he. ~The child rose, and timidly approached,
20 12,3|           a flood of bitter words rose to his lips. However he
21 12,3|           mother." So saying, she rose, opened a drawer, and taking
22 13,1|         Pascal entered, the baron rose, and cordially holding out
23 13,4|    reasonably hope to succeed. He rose, stretched himself, as a
24 14,3|   overwhelmed him with thanks, he rose, and said: "I must go now.
25 14,4|     preserved intact, the marquis rose to his feet, and, offering
26 14,5|        stains upon her past. ~She rose with difficulty when M.
27 15,4|    Valorsay? A thousand questions rose to his lips, for he was
28 16,2|          appeared, M. de Valorsay rose and shook hands with him;
29 16,3|         restraint, M. de Valorsay rose with a long-drawn sigh of
30 17,1|          finished, you old liar?" rose to Chupin's lips, but respect
31 17,3|         see." So saying the clerk rose and went into the adjoining
32 17,4|          turn upon its hinges, he rose so awkwardly, or rather
33 18,1|          in some deserted street, rose before her. And who could
34 19,3|        disgraced me." ~Marguerite rose to her feet. "You thought
35 19,3|      realities of life. He slowly rose, conquered his emotion,
36 19,5|           momentary weakness. She rose to her feet, and in a firm
37 20,2|          of respectful admiration rose from the throng when the