Chapter

 1  3,1|         passionately; I cannot tear her from my heart!" ~ ~So
 2  7,7|        be mothers!" ~A burning tear coursed down the baron's
 3  7,7|       a drop of blood for each tear I can save him. But I am
 4  8,4|        society or friends." ~A tear fell from Marguerite's long
 5 10,5|        pay me for the wear and tear of shoe-leather." ~Chupin'
 6 11,3|       around him, and began to tear the letter, and utter a
 7 12,3| glasses to wipe away a furtive tear which made Pascal's heart
 8 13,2|      If you are at all uneasy, tear up the book in which the
 9 15,6|      to, extract a sympathetic tear from Wilkie's eyes. He was
10 18,5|      baroness had never shed a tear over her husband's sufferings.