Chapter

 1 7 | sweets; everybody knows it. ~"Ah," he went on when we had
 2 8 |       my friend." ~"Go, then. Ah," added Prudence, as I was
 3 8 |    especially who goes in." ~"Ah, poor Marguerite!" said
 4 8 |         said Mme. Duvernoy. ~"Ah, that is your idea of hospitality,"
 5 8 |     know one, M. Gaston R." ~"Ah, yes, I know him. And the
 6 9 |       was with Ernest de…." ~"Ah, I remember," said Marguerite,
 7 9 |    see if supper was ready. ~"Ah," said Prudence, catching
 8 10|      was lying on the sofa. ~"Ah! it is you," she said, with
 9 10|   yourself harm like this." ~"Ah! it is really not worth
10 10|      He would forgive you." ~"Ah, no, he would leave me,
11 11|       said, "Good-evening." ~"Ah, it is you," she said, in
12 11|      when Prudence entered. ~"Ah, you here?"' she said, "
13 11|    thousand francs a year." ~"Ah, indeed! Well, to return
14 12|      of you? Ask Prudence." ~"Ah," said she, "it is amazing!" ~"
15 13|     profit of their trade." ~"Ah, my dear fellow, how old-fashioned
16 14|      Marguerite was there." ~"Ah, she was there?" ~"Yes. ~"
17 16|      the house in question. ~"Ah, delicious!" replied Prudence. "
18 17|     after every single thing. Ah, my dear," she added, kissing
19 18|       francs, or thereabouts. Ah, my dear fellow, didn't
20 18|       showed me the papers. ~"Ah, you think," she continued,
21 18|       I was right after all, "ah, you think it is enough
22 21|     Prudence at her toilet. ~"Ah!" she said, anxiously; "
23 22|  Duval?" he replied. ~"Yes. ~"Ah! I remember. You often came
24 23|     money?" ~"The Comte de N. Ah, my dear friend, there are