Chapter

 1       II|       storm of the revolution burst over France.~ ~With the
 2     XVII|       her own room, where she burst into a fit of passionate
 3     XVII|       her rage beneath a loud burst of laughter; and it was
 4    XXXVI|      back on her pillows, she burst into tears.~ ~Maurice anxiously
 5    XXXIX| reality.~ ~Had a thunder-bolt burst beneath that roof, the guests
 6       XL|    the situation calmly.~ ~He burst into Martial’s room like
 7     XLII|     has a mistress!”~ ~Chupin burst into a noisy laugh.~ ~“Well,
 8     XLVI|    her eyes appeared ready to burst from their sockets, and
 9    XLVII|    could he have had?”~ ~Jean burst into one of those discordant
10       LV|       The door was locked; he burst it open. Too late!~ ~Mme.