Chapter

 1 1 |         poor creature to whom her mother had never said, "You are
 2 1 |        and, being obedient to her mother, she abandoned herself without
 3 1 |          hour, accompanied by her mother as assiduously as a real
 4 1 |          as assiduously as a real mother might have accompanied her
 5 1 |       debauches mapped out by her mother, it seemed to her as if
 6 1 |         tell the good news to her mother. It is a shameful thing
 7 1 |          shameful it is, but this mother answered the daughter that
 8 1 |           she was a friend of the mother, visited Louise, who remained
 9 1 |        and Louise died of it. The mother still lives; how? God knows. ~
10 2 |       care. It was small, and her mother, as Musset would say, seemed
11 3 |          the woman who is neither mother, sister, maid, nor wife.
12 4 |      often repeated in Paris, the mother city of scandal, had begun
13 10|         with the smile of a young mother listening to some foolish
14 12| calculations than a virgin by her mother and her convent; and they
15 15|           cried more than when my mother died. It is true that for
16 16|         man in the world. When my mother died, she left six thousand
17 19|      which had come to me from my mother, and which seemed little
18 20|          the name of your sainted mother, abandon this life, which
19 20|       which come to you from your mother, and which you are giving
20 20|           I am now in Paris. Your mother, when she died, left you
21 25|        that I shall die young. My mother died of consumption, and
22 25|          to you the legacy of his mother. If he accepted from you