Chapter

 1  1,2|        t you hear, mother?" he faltered. ~"Hear what?" ~"What that
 2  3,3|      gone to America?" ~"Yes," faltered the baron; "why - why, indeed?" ~"
 3  6,1|     pass. "It doesn't matter," faltered Madame d'Argeles, in a tone
 4  7,2|        feet. "Have mercy!" she faltered; "Wilkie; my son, forgive
 5  7,4|  himself to her. "My God!" she faltered, "is this really true? Will
 6  7,6|        chattered. "Pardon!" he faltered. ~"Louder - speak up better
 7  7,7|      this evening - " ~"Alas!" faltered Madame d'Argeles, "I am
 8 12,1| daughter of the baroness!" she faltered. "Great Heavens!" ~"It is
 9 12,1|    understand you, mother," he faltered. ~"Then you know nothing
10 12,2|      in going out, mother?" he faltered. ~"Yes." ~"And you went
11 14,5|        me these documents?" he faltered, after a short pause. ~"
12 16,1|     motionless. "Allow me," he faltered at last; "Allow me - I wish
13 16,2|     this is most unfortunate!" faltered Wilkie. "What a pity! Such
14 17,4|        that line formerly," he faltered. ~Vantrasson doubted no
15 17,4|         Monsieur Maumejan?" he faltered, with a crestfallen air. "
16 18,1|        thank you, madame?" she faltered. ~"By not attempting to
17 19,1|       It is but a trifle," she faltered. But her eyes closed, her
18 19,5|       You have done this!" she faltered. ~"It was necessary, my