Chapter

1       II|     ruining themselves, I was saving the five hundred louis which
2    XXIII|      I have here the means of saving you.”~ ~A sound of firing
3     XXVI|    and destroyed his hopes of saving his friend.~ ~A court-martial
4    XXVII|     would destroy all hope of saving a single one of these unfortunate
5    XXXII|     of the woman he adored by saving the life of an enemy, even
6     XXXV| murmured. “I shall succeed in saving my miserable life, for which
7    XXXVI|      this peasant, who, after saving the life of his successful
8      XLI|     you have me curse you for saving my life?”~ ~The abbe made
9    XLVII|      wretch binds my hands by saving my father!” exclaimed Maurice.~ ~