Chapter

 1 1|           or clamor for a war " ~"Emile," Raphael's neighbor called
 2 1|      mansion in the Rue Joubert. ~Emile was a journalist who had
 3 1|   stockbroker in good luck," said Emile, who overheard him. "Pooh!
 4 1|         What stuff is this?" said Emile, laughing; "plain Valentin,
 5 1|  flourished above Raphael's head, Emile outlined a crown upon it.
 6 1|       liberty." ~"Why not?" asked Emile. "When law becomes despotic,
 7 1|      cashmere shawls." ~"Wretch!" Emile broke in upon the misanthrope, "
 8 1|         neither read nor seen?" ~"Emile, look out for your coat;
 9 1|        Now, did you murder them?" Emile asked him. ~"Capital punishment
10 1|            And on his tombstone," Emile began, with a sardonic laugh, "
11 1|          pleasant." ~"Unluckily," Emile said, with burlesque melancholy, "
12 1|       blood shed by Catholicism." Emile replied, quite unimpressed. "
13 1|           the dead; and therefore Emile was vaguely reminded of
14 1|      Venice Preserved!" exclaimed Emile. ~"Yes," she answered. "
15 1|         would die for you?" cried Emile eagerly - this gleam of
16 1|          the friends. Raphael and Emile took the coffee which she
17 1|      should dearly like to know," Emile remarked to this pleasing
18 1|          how about others?" asked Emile. ~"Others? Oh, well, they
19 1|          hateful without virtue?" Emile said to Raphael. ~Euphrasia'
20 1|           it?" ~"Hush, be quiet," Emile broke in. "Don't talk about
21 1|          about to burst," replied Emile, absently engaged in the
22 1|     greater than His power," said Emile. "Our beloved Rabelais summed
23 1|           history!" ~"Pooh," said Emile; "I did not think you could
24 1|      spare me thy exordium," said Emile, as, half plaintive, half
25 2|           of an amendment," cried Emile. ~"Very likely," said Raphael
26 2|        Let the drama begin," said Emile, half-plaintively, half-comically. ~"
27 2|        What is this to me?" asked Emile. ~"The devil take you!"
28 2|        Such were the events, dear Emile, that ruled my destinies,
29 2|         tragical to-night!" cried Emile. ~"Let me pass sentence
30 2|       fool's notion of history." ~Emile was so much struck with
31 2|         pour out my follies, dear Emile; to-day I am barely twenty-six
32 2|       truths. ~"In this way, dear Emile, I ran the risk of remaining
33 2| discipline." ~"Impossible!" cried Emile. ~"I lived for nearly three
34 2|        since within me. You, dear Emile, alone brought soothing
35 2|           your kennels, you dogs! Emile, I have riches, I will give
36 2|          Raphael shouted, beating Emile with the piece of shagreen
37 2|          of it. ~"TONNERRE!" said Emile, springing up and flinging
38 2|         no brains." ~At the word, Emile carried Raphael off into
39 2|          off to sleep," exclaimed Emile, as he watched Raphael rummaging
40 2|           it!" ~"All right," said Emile; "let us measure it!" ~The
41 2|        the Magic Skin upon it. As Emile's hand appeared to be steadier
42 2|         work that called for him. Emile appeared just then as smiling,
43 2|        Chatillon!" said Bixiou to Emile. "The joy will kill him." ~
44 2|         do things in style," said Emile. ~The hurrah set up by the
45 2|         What are you doing?" said Emile, checking his movement. "
46 2|          jest. ~"My good friend," Emile said solemnly, "I shall
47 2|         Do you not know the cost, Emile?" asked Raphael. ~"A nice
48 2|          frightfully cruel," said Emile, laughing. "You are rich
49 3|       smirk from him. Then he saw Emile, who seemed to say from