Chapter

 1 1 |        had been merciful to the poor child, in not having left
 2 1 |      she herself had been. This poor creature to whom her mother
 3 1 |      his hat, and I went out. ~"Poor girl!" I said to myself
 4 1 |      the neighbouring streets a poor girl who was being marched
 5 3 |         one remembered that the poor creature whose goods were
 6 3 |     into a kind of love for the poor girl to whom I owed the
 7 3 |        just such another death. Poor souls! if it is not right
 8 3 |      conscience, which sets the poor afflicted creature beside
 9 4 |    hundreds of leagues away. My poor friend! your Marguerite
10 4 |  writing and repeating my name, poor dear Marguerite!" ~And Armand,
11 4 |       reason for regretting the poor girl. And now," he added,
12 5 |      those that come to see the poor girl don't exactly cumber
13 5 |         ll excuse my saying so. Poor lady, she's dead now; there'
14 5 |    women, like there is for the poor. Did you ever hear of such
15 5 |        m quite in love with the poor thing; I look after her
16 5 |       others. But we have other poor girls here, just like her
17 5 |         heart when I hear their poor bodies drop into the earth.
18 7 |           She has been ill; the poor girl won't last long." ~
19 7 |   Gaston and asked after her. ~"Poor girl, she is very ill,"
20 8 | protection," replied Prudence. "Poor old man, he would be greatly
21 8 |  especially who goes in." ~"Ah, poor Marguerite!" said Gaston,
22 9 |           It was fated that the poor man was not to say a single
23 9 |       visits very cheap." ~"The poor fellow is in love with you." ~"
24 9 |     were being torn in two. The poor girl turned crimson, closed
25 10|       it, and whose reality the poor girl sought to escape in
26 10|  without it; you don't know, my poor friend, that I should ruin
27 10|       bed," replied Prudence. ~"Poor thing, I am killing her!
28 10|      she is still not half bad, poor old Duvernoy!" ~ ~
29 11|        began to think over this poor girl's life, and my love
30 11|         seem put out?" ~"No." ~"Poor man!" ~This "Poor man!"
31 11|        No." ~"Poor man!" ~This "Poor man!" was said in a tone
32 12|        lending a sovereign to a poor devil who is dying of hunger
33 13|       up at Saint-Denis. I am a poor country girl, and six years
34 14|         love you as I would nor poor enough to love you as you
35 14|      hope that she would reply. Poor, feeble creatures that we
36 15|      Truly," she continued, "we poor creatures of chance have
37 16|       her cure in hand, and the poor girl, seeing my aim, obeyed
38 17| difficulty in believing me. The poor old man is always on the
39 18|        couldn't bear to see the poor girl stripping herself of
40 21|     news of some misfortune. My poor friend, I am the cause of
41 22|    despite her love for me, the poor girl could not make up her
42 23|       choked with emotion. "The poor girl left me for her carriage,
43 23|       of avenging myself on the poor creature. Oh, how petty
44 24|         It was burning, and the poor woman shivered under her
45 24|       at Marguerite's, that the poor girl was seriously ill. ~
46 25|      trouble yourself about the poor girl whom you loved before
47 26|         writing these lines the poor woman to whom he was kind
48 26|     breathe. What remains of my poor existence is shared between
49 26|       tell me all about it. The poor fellow is in rather a bad
50 26|         of her limbs. ~What our poor friend suffers is impossible
51 26|       of what gilded misery the poor thing is dying. Yesterday
52 26|         day we have had to-day, poor M. Armand! This morning
53 26|    kissed her on the forehead. ~Poor, dear Marguerite, I wish
54 26|       the money she left to the poor. ~I do not know much about