Chapter

 1 3 |      lead thither the ways of sorrow and of love. They are hard;
 2 4 |      oblige you." ~M. Duval's sorrow was sympathetic, arid in
 3 4 | always difficult to console a sorrow that is unknown to one,
 4 4 |     not reflect how little my sorrow must mean to you, and that
 5 4 |    Pardon, pardon," said he; "sorrow sharpens the sensations.
 6 5 | associated with so profound a sorrow, that my curiosity increased
 7 5 |    love, and consequently his sorrow, and I said to myself that
 8 5 |     love story under all this sorrow; perhaps my desire to know
 9 5 |      I shall know if Armand's sorrow still exists, and perhaps
10 7 |       on so violent a crisis, sorrow seemed to have been overcome
11 14|    and with tears of rage and sorrow in my eyes: ~"MY DEAR MARGUERITE:
12 22|      might be the cause of my sorrow, he would share it. ~I ran
13 24|     at the sight of her daily sorrow. Often, when my cruelty
14 24|        Armand? Do not mock my sorrow, you, who know better than
15 24|    this silent and expressive sorrow without being touched, when
16 26|      his eyes vacant. Age and sorrow weigh with a double weight
17 27|   gladly be the echo of noble sorrow wherever I bear its voice