Chapter

 1 1 |       been merciful to the poor child, in not having left her
 2 1 |         never said, "You are my child," except to bid her nourish
 3 1 | realized that she was to have a child, and all that remained to
 4 2 |        to see the shadow of his child, and going up to her, he
 5 2 |        living image of his dead child. Marguerite, alone at Bagneres
 6 3 |      that all is in little. The child is small, and he includes
 7 6 |        himself be guided like a child, only from time to time
 8 7 |         would have cried like a child who sees the castle he has
 9 8 |     from time to time, 'My dear child, there's the man for you.'
10 8 |          looks after her like a child; and is always in the way.
11 9 |        on my nerves!" ~"My dear child," said Prudence, "you really
12 9 |      Marguerite, jumping like a child, "we'll have supper. How
13 9 |        she said, exactly like a child, "that I can not succeed
14 10|     fell upon it. ~"Why, what a child you are!" she said, sitting
15 10|      some foolish notion of her child. ~"It is this, that ever
16 11|      any money?" ~"You know, my child, it is the 15th in a couple
17 12|       not what proof to give. A child, says the fable, having
18 13|       nor the benefits ~"What a child you are! I thought you loved
19 13|     airs and talking big words. Child, thrice child, only remember
20 13|        big words. Child, thrice child, only remember that I love
21 13|  containing these words: ~"DEAR CHILD: I am not very well, and
22 14|      home I began to cry like a child. There is no man to whom
23 17|       mind. Only think, my dear child, of the position that you
24 17|       things was like that of a child. There were days when she
25 17|       ran in the garden, like a child of ten, after a butterfly
26 19|        to see another woman." ~"Child!" ~"Now I am relieved. I
27 19|        why?" ~"Because, my dear child, I can not allow your affection
28 21|      joyously. ~"I say, my dear child, that every young man must
29 25|        affectionate voice: ~"My child, do not take what I have
30 25|      kept woman (forgive me, my child, for what I am forced to
31 25|         son! ~"Finally, my dear child, let me tell you all, for
32 25|      this life. The future of a child who has done nothing against
33 25|    grant me the happiness of my child." ~I wept silently, my friend,
34 25|     forever." ~"You are a noble child," replied your father, kissing