Chapter

 1 3 |    struggle. "Thirty-five," I cried in the same tone. ~"Forty." ~"
 2 4 |      letter came, and we both cried over it. ~"If you had not
 3 5 |        A young gentleman, who cried the first time he came here;
 4 7 |    have refused. I would have cried like a child who sees the
 5 9 |      all I could." ~"Nanine!" cried Marguerite. "Light M. le
 6 9 |    open and shut. ~"At last," cried Marguerite, coming back, "
 7 9 |       music, and pianos!" she cried, throwing the music to the
 8 9 |     as usual, and yet she had cried when he said good-bye to
 9 10|   devil are you doing there?" cried Prudence, who had come in
10 15| ladies." ~"It is we, Armand," cried a voice that I recognised
11 15|    ever loved. When he died I cried more than when my mother
12 19|       who can separate us?" I cried. ~"You, who will not let
13 21|       around my neck, but she cried for a long time in my arms.
14 21|    expect me." ~"No, no," she cried hastily, "don't do that.
15 21|    are you saying, father?" I cried joyously. ~"I say, my dear
16 22|      was in it. I stopped and cried out, "Marguerite! Marguerite!"
17 24|     me." ~"No, Marguerite," I cried, feeling all my love and