Chapter

 1  2,5|        Lord! what a likeness!" he murmured. ~ ~ ~
 2  6,1|           the man came here," she murmured, "it was only because he
 3  6,1|          of mind to deny it," she murmured. "If I had only been courageous
 4  6,2|        late - he won't come!" she murmured. ~But now her sufferings
 5  6,3|         score." ~"Great heavens!" murmured Madame d'Argeles, "why did
 6  6,5|         this will end badly," she murmured. ~The baron shared her opinion,
 7  7,3|          her son's. "Wilkie," she murmured. ~"Madame!" ~She heaved
 8  7,7|         hating M. de Coralth, she murmured: "No! Your animosity misleads
 9  7,7|       only spoken that word!" she murmured. The baron smiled a crafty
10  8,4|  comprehension. "Impossible!" she murmured, "impossible! But, my poor
11  8,4|         happy there, madame," she murmured. ~"You think so; but you
12  9,3|           folly to hesitate." she murmured. And with a firm hand she
13  9,5|      house. "How time flies!" she murmured, quickening her pace as
14 11,1|         changed. "That's her," he murmured. "That's certainly Mademoiselle
15 12,2|     however." ~"Dear Marguerite!" murmured Pascal, "dear Marguerite!"
16 18,3|        face. "Is it possible?" he murmured. ~"Your father has met me
17 18,3|          what is coming now?" she murmured. ~She thought she could
18 19,2| astounding. "Is it possible?" she murmured. ~"So possible that I have
19 19,3|          peace was not mistaken," murmured Mademoiselle Marguerite. ~
20 19,5|            It might ruin me!" she murmured. ~Pascal nodded affirmatively. "