Chapter

 1 2 |        Nowadays, at twenty-five, tears have become so rare a thing
 2 3 |          and watered it with his tears, and buried his heart in
 3 4 |       agitation, and it was with tears in his eyes and a trembling
 4 4 |        in such a costume, and in tears, can have come to see you.
 5 4 |         it in deed," and two big tears fell on the pages. "Well,
 6 4 |          to his thoughts and his tears, held out his hand to me,
 7 4 |          I have too much need of tears; I can not very well talk.
 8 4 |         again began to fill with tears; he saw that I perceived
 9 4 | desperate effort to restrain his tears, he rushed rather than went
10 4 |      seated before he burst into tears and hid his face in his
11 5 |         tombstones all about the tears they haven't shed, and come
12 6 |        continued Armand. Two big tears rolled down the cheeks of
13 6 |      injected with blood, but no tears came. I made him smell the
14 7 |       her, not as formerly, with tears in his eyes, but with a
15 10|        with her handkerchief the tears which the coughing had brought
16 10|       and in spite of myself two tears fell upon it. ~"Why, what
17 13|        not detect, was nearer to tears than to mirth. ~At last
18 14|     elegant handwriting and with tears of rage and sorrow in my
19 14|       the pleasure of seeing the tears that she would shed. Finally,
20 15|        fragments and kissed with tears the hand that gave it to
21 17|          covering her hands with tears in my joy at being thus
22 17|         for the past? Tell me!" ~Tears choked my voice. I could
23 17|         of these letters brought tears to my eyes. He had imagined
24 18|         moments of sadness, even tears, in Marguerite; I asked
25 19|       said so naturally that the tears came to my eyes as I listened. ~"
26 19|      once!" ~I could not answer. Tears of gratitude and love filled
27 21|          hearing my comment, her tears began to flow so copiously
28 21|        her eyes were veiled with tears. ~I used every means to
29 21|     cheerful. There were no more tears. ~When the hour came for
30 22|    remembered, too, Marguerite's tears all day long, which my father'
31 22|         was the meaning of those tears, this absence, this mystery? ~
32 22| condition. But, if so, why those tears? No doubt, despite her love
33 22|        pages were wet as if with tears. I turned the leaves over
34 22|       beside his bed, I wept hot tears. ~ ~
35 23|   emptiness of my heart. Then my tears again began to flow. ~My
36 23|          begged me, almost, with tears, to return without delay. ~
37 23|        stammered, for I felt the tears rise from my heart to my
38 23|        back to my own rooms with tears of rage in my eyes and a
39 24|        her hands, she burst into tears. ~I went up to her. ~"What
40 24|         hand without a word, for tears still veiled her voice.
41 24|           From time to time, big tears rolled from her eyes, and
42 25|         often interrupted by his tears, put his two hands over
43 25|      your father, wiping away my tears, "do you believe that I
44 25|        more. I felt two grateful tears on my forehead, like the
45 26|          consoling a letter wept tears of gratitude and prayed
46 26|        say twenty words. Two big tears fell from his eyes when
47 26|       body, mind, and heart. Big tears trickle down her cheeks,
48 26|        Then she embraced me with tears and added: ~"I can speak,
49 26|    stifling. Air!" ~I burst into tears, opened the window, and
50 26|        the bed exhausted. Silent tears flowed from her eyes, and
51 26|       that God will know that my tears were genuine, my prayers
52 26|        house, in the midst of my tears and under the lamp which
53 27|         witnessed, shedding real tears at the remembrance of her
54 27|          He welcomed Armand with tears of joy, and clasped my hand