Chapter

1       VI|   trees.~ ~“It is the enemy,” muttered M. Lacheneur, in a tone
2      XXX|   ropes are.”~ ~Honest Bavois muttered a terrible oath.~ ~“Do they
3     XXXI|      thousand francs,” Chupin muttered gloomily; “twenty sacks
4    XXXII|    officer turned away with a muttered oath.~ ~“That coxcomb is
5  XXXVIII|      to encounter.~ ~“No,” he muttered. “I am not such a fool!
6    XXXIX|       He left the room with a muttered oath, and Blanche approached
7     XLII|    will have my revenge!” she muttered.~ ~But she had not waited
8    XLIII|    had no such luck as that!” muttered the unattractive maidens
9      XLV| wretch was deceiving me,” she muttered through her set teeth. “