Chapter

 1 1  |   more bitter than his own. ~"La carita! la carita!" ~The
 2 1  |    than his own. ~"La carita! la carita!" ~The stranger threw
 3 1  |    comes in and says, "Madame la comtesse answers that she
 4 1  |     at the St. Pelagie nor at La Force! Government departments,
 5 1  |       and revel with her; but La Patrie is a shrewish and
 6 1  |      thirty-three centimes to La Patrie, represented by Messieurs
 7 1  |    and to lead a merry life a la Panurge, or to recline upon
 8 1  |      But I had a rival too in La Guillotine. I have worn
 9 1  |   story of those four lads of La Rochelle, she will never
10 1  |          Here she is with her La Rochelle," Euphrasia made
11 2  |       sold my venerable aunt, la Marquise de Montbauron. ~" '
12 2  |    Why had I eaten puddings a la chipolata? Why had I iced
13 3  |    are to read the Journal de la Librairie before he sees
14 3  |   satin lining, the rugs from la Savonnerie, the daintiness
15 3  |       you not?" ~"Will Madame la Marquise de Valentin honor
16 3  |     they reached the Place de la Sorbonne, where Pauline'
17 3  | talisman down a well. ~"Vogue la galere," cried he. "The
18 3  |   they set out for the Rue de la Sante - auspicious appellation!
19 3  |       the costume of Mlle. de la Valliere, amorous and coy;
20 Epi|       might have thought that La dame des belles cousines