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  1        I|          his daughter, Mademoiselle Marie-Anne—”~ ~“Not a word against
  2        I|           not say that Mademoiselle Marie-Anne is not generous; but after
  3       II|           three times his daughter, Marie-Anne, who was walking by his
  4       II|    frightened daughter.~ ~Never had Marie-Anne seen her father in such
  5       II|          cannot! I will not!”~ ~Now Marie-Anne understood it all. But what
  6       II|             one does suspect it.”~ ~Marie-Anne rose, her eyes flashed with
  7       II|         produced no impression upon Marie-Anne’s loyal heart.~ ~“Restitution
  8       II|            He had spoken truly, for Marie-Anne’s beautiful eyes filled
  9       II|      apartment encountered those of Marie-Anne; he blushed slightly, and
 10       II|             as he was taking leave, Marie-Anne found time to say, in a
 11       IV|             his distress of mind.~ ~Marie-Anne was as pale as her father,
 12       IV|          insults, and invectives.~ ~Marie-Anne stepped quickly forward.~ ~“
 13       IV|             she understood, abashed Marie-Anne. But she had said enough;
 14       IV|           you,” he said, addressing Marie-Anne, rather than M. Lacheneur, “
 15        V|             the chateau hoping that Marie-Anne would reappear.~ ~She did
 16        V|          turned and discovered that Marie-Anne and her father had left
 17        V|     ferocious tone.~ ~A glance from Marie-Anne commanded silence. He obeyed,
 18        V|             Escorval, after kissing Marie-Anne, drew the girl toward her.~ ~“
 19        V|         there was one auditor, whom Marie-Anne alone observed, who was
 20        V|             Lacheneur was to insult Marie-Anne—that is to say, to injure,
 21        V|              murmured the obstinate Marie-Anne, “my father would have been
 22        V|              But your daughter?”~ ~“Marie-Anne will remain with me.”~ ~
 23        V|     bequeathing all her property to Marie-Anne. This property consisted
 24        V|          will raise vegetables, and Marie-Anne shall sell them.”~ ~Was
 25        V|            shall not be, for I love Marie-Anne, and I ask you to give her
 26       VI|            CHAPTER VI~ ~Maurice and Marie-Anne had loved each other for
 27       VI|           he spoke, he was watching Marie-Anne.~ ~Blushing and embarrassed,
 28       VI|             our life; for if I love Marie-Anne, she also loves me.”~ ~It
 29       VI|        threatened to master him.~ ~“Marie-Anne,” he replied, slowly, “knows
 30       VI|              Be prudent!” entreated Marie-Anne, who alone understood what
 31       VI|            Maurice did not despair; Marie-Anne had promised to meet him
 32      VII|              Blanche de Courtornieu—Marie-Anne Lacheneur.~ ~
 33     VIII|             based upon his love for Marie-Anne.~ ~If this love failed him,
 34     VIII|             in the ruins.~ ~Without Marie-Anne he saw neither aim nor motive
 35     VIII|          his appointed meeting with Marie-Anne on the following day seemed
 36     VIII|          replied, quickly; “I heard Marie-Anne promise to meet Maurice
 37     VIII|             of the room occupied by Marie-Anne; and his heart always quickened
 38     VIII|        panes of that dear window.~ ~Marie-Anne was no longer at Sairmeuse—
 39     VIII|            last even the windows of Marie-Anne’s room were illuminated.~ ~
 40     VIII|          over what he should say to Marie-Anne on the morrow, and in seeking
 41     VIII|            crossing the Oiselle.~ ~“Marie-Anne marry Chanlouineau!” he
 42       IX|       translated the “Waste,” where Marie-Anne had promised to meet Maurice,
 43       IX|      conclusion that this report of Marie-Anne’s approaching marriage to
 44       IX|             waste, a woman appeared—Marie-Anne.~ ~He rose, but fearing
 45       IX|             shelter of the grove.~ ~Marie-Anne must have felt a similar
 46       IX|          forget me!”~ ~“Forget you, Marie-Anne!” exclaimed the wretched
 47       IX|           to go, he knew not where. Marie-Anne caught him by the arm.~ ~“
 48       IX|           will soon be his wife.”~ ~Marie-Anne shuddered as if a knife
 49       IX|             Lacheneur’s secrets, or Marie-Anne’s reticence, matter to him
 50        X|           He approached, recognized Marie-Anne and Maurice d’Escorval,
 51       XI|         lost my way.”~ ~Agitated as Marie-Anne was, she could not fail
 52       XI|          produced to advance toward Marie-Anne, and, addressing himself
 53       XI|          had employed in addressing Marie-Anne, for the first time, on
 54       XI|         obtain his forgiveness.’”~ ~Marie-Anne, redder than a peony, and
 55       XI|           dared to speak of love to Marie-Anne, and before him, Maurice.
 56       XI|     explosion of anger from Maurice Marie-Anne had been expecting and hoping
 57       XI|           ready to kill each other. Marie-Anne did not move a muscle.~ ~
 58       XI|           advantage.~ ~He felt that Marie-Anne must not be regarded as
 59       XI|       alternately at his gun and at Marie-Anne, “all that you owe to Mademoiselle
 60       XI|           of, his conversation with Marie-Anne.~ ~“My right,” he replied, “
 61       XI|           intensity of feeling that Marie-Anne could not resist the impulse
 62       XI|           cried a terrible voice.~ ~Marie-Anne and both young men turned
 63       XI|            promise me this morning, Marie-Anne? Can it be you, you who
 64      XII|           who can compare with this Marie-Anne! What grace and what dignity!
 65      XII|            delightful, in picturing Marie-Anne as he had just seen her,
 66      XII|          had both been rejected. If Marie-Anne had heard his covert insinuations
 67      XII|            growled. “At a sign from Marie-Anne he would have crushed me
 68      XII|          harmed a hair of his head, Marie-Anne would never forgive me.
 69      XII|         young marquis’s passion for Marie-Anne?~ ~According to this report,
 70      XII|           an avaricious man; and if Marie-Anne does not bring him a good
 71     XIII|           even invite Lacheneur and Marie-Anne to his table.”~ ~He was
 72     XIII|         moments, the remembrance of Marie-Anne was now effaced by the radiant
 73     XIII|         sometimes when I was lonely—Marie-Anne Lacheneur.”~ ~Accustomed
 74     XIII|               And yet, this name of Marie-Anne upon the lips of Mlle. de
 75     XIII|            have seen her, this poor Marie-Anne, Monsieur le Marquis, since
 76     XIII|          will he find a husband for Marie-Anne?”~ ~“One has been found
 77     XIII|    Courtornieu. “But listen to what Marie-Anne has written.”~ ~She drew
 78     XIII|             my dear Blanche!” added Marie-Anne, “and I feel no~ ~false
 79     XIII|         meeting between Martial and Marie-Anne.~ ~She did not love him,
 80     XIII|             were reversed.~ ~It was Marie-Anne who had been crushed by
 81     XIII|            to such an extremity.”~ ~Marie-Anne’s nature was so royal, that
 82     XIII|          you have seen the marquis, Marie-Anne?”~ ~“Yes.”~ ~“Has he been
 83     XIII|          misunderstood the cause of Marie-Anne’s confusion. She could dissimulate,
 84     XIII|      dissimulate, however, and when Marie-Anne went away, Mlle. Blanche
 85      XIV|             had passed alone, after Marie-Anne’s departure, she had spent
 86      XIV|               am I not as pretty as Marie-Anne?”~ ~“Far prettier!” murmured
 87      XIV|            the grave and thoughtful Marie-Anne, and his imagination floated
 88       XV|  deliberately upon the situation.~ ~Marie-Anne’s incomprehensible obstinacy,
 89       XV|            Maurice was to have seen Marie-Anne to-day. What passed between
 90       XV|           phantoms; and the name of Marie-Anne, Martial de Sairmeuse and
 91       XV|            you correctly understood Marie-Anne’s reply? Did she tell you
 92      XVI|           the hope of wresting from Marie-Anne’s father the secret of his
 93      XVI|           near the tiny window, sat Marie-Anne, busily at work upon a piece
 94      XVI|       agitated.~ ~He was looking at Marie-Anne; and she seemed to him transfigured.
 95      XVI|         recovering himself, he took Marie-Anne’s hand, and pressing it
 96      XVI|          then, why this must be so, Marie-Anne. Who knows but you are frightened
 97      XVI|            father who says to you: ‘Marie-Anne, you hold in your hands
 98      XVI|                  Tears glittered in Marie-Anne’s eyes, but she drew away
 99      XVI|            consternation into which Marie-Anne’s words had thrown M. d’
100      XVI|         that the baron had done me, Marie-Anne?” he said sternly.~ ~She
101      XVI|             having noticed how much Marie-Anne regrets the loss of her
102      XVI|         names of the marquis and of Marie-Anne, the robust farmer had turned
103      XVI|            come to ask me again for Marie-Anne. I know that my refusal
104      XVI|      communicating door opened, and Marie-Anne appeared upon the threshold.~ ~“
105      XVI|      Sairmeuse.”~ ~This name, which Marie-Anne uttered in a voice of such
106      XVI|          sprang to the door, pushed Marie-Anne aside, and leaning out,
107      XVI|           that matter? I am sure of Marie-Anne.”~ ~M. d’Escorval shuddered.~ ~“
108      XVI|          you have spoken the truth. Marie-Anne must be, and will be, the
109      XVI|          This was in substance what Marie-Anne had said to him, only under
110      XVI|           do no more. To speak with Marie-Anne was impossible: Chanlouineau
111     XVII|        Martial’s frequent visits to Marie-Anne, but she wished to see for
112     XVII|           which Martial passed with Marie-Anne.~ ~M. d’Escorval did not
113     XVII|             Jean, Chanlouineau, and Marie-Anne.~ ~Everyone was soon busy
114     XVII|      appeared upon the threshold.~ ~Marie-Anne had accompanied him to the
115     XVII|            with evident reluctance. Marie-Anne, remaining in the door,
116     XVII|         Come, aunt, at once!”~ ~Had Marie-Anne, at that moment, been within
117     XVII|             now was impossible, for Marie-Anne, who was still standing
118     XVII|             her lips as she greeted Marie-Anne. Still she was embarrassed;
119     XVII|             easy to reach you, dear Marie-Anne,” she said, at last; “you
120     XVII|            the work you desired?”~ ~Marie-Anne could not fail to be deeply
121     XVII|         these beautiful flowers?”~ ~Marie-Anne turned crimson. She did
122     XVII|       inflicted a mortal wound upon Marie-Anne’s heart; but though she
123     XVII|             the report that annoyed Marie-Anne so much reached her from
124     XVII|                  Because,” faltered Marie-Anne, “because——”~ ~Maurice d’
125     XVII|               She departed, leaving Marie-Anne petrified with surprise,
126     XVII|           beloved daughter, my poor Marie-Anne, you did not understand
127     XVII|         Sairmeuse is your lover.”~ ~Marie-Anne tottered beneath the terrible
128     XVII|            Lacheneur made no reply. Marie-Anne’s despair was heart-breaking;
129     XVII|       produce the desired effect.~ ~Marie-Anne’s reputation was, of course,
130    XVIII|           fight against thoughts of Marie-Anne as a traveller on the verge
131    XVIII|          vertigo.”~ ~“Have you seen Marie-Anne, father? Have you spoken
132    XVIII|             poor boy. It is through Marie-Anne that Lacheneur exerts such
133    XVIII|          sure that M. Lacheneur and Marie-Anne were alone in the house.~ ~
134    XVIII|          without stopping to rap.~ ~Marie-Anne and her father were kneeling
135    XVIII|          refuse, father!” exclaimed Marie-Anne; “refuse. To accept this
136    XVIII|         outburst of anger. You love Marie-Anne. Could you see, unmoved,
137    XVIII|           be it,” he said, calmly. “Marie-Anne’s fate will be that of all
138    XVIII|             convinced of this, that Marie-Anne turned to her father with
139    XVIII|        gayly; and, springing toward Marie-Anne, he seized her hand and
140    XVIII|          but an imploring look from Marie-Anne decided him.~ ~“I swear!”
141      XIX|           in the least.~ ~And since Marie-Anne welcomed him politely, he
142      XIX|          some misunderstanding with Marie-Anne; and he took advantage of
143      XIX|             him forget his love for Marie-Anne.~ ~But unfortunately the
144      XIX|             a slighting allusion to Marie-Anne, and to the lowliness of
145      XIX|           to say that she furnished Marie-Anne with work to aid her in
146      XIX|             but the indignity which Marie-Anne had received aroused his
147      XIX|          his suspicions evaporated. Marie-Anne’s eyes beamed with joy on
148      XIX|          tall fireplace, and he and Marie-Anne talked by the hour.~ ~She
149      XIX|           to each of these peasants Marie-Anne had something to say in
150      XIX|             not have said no.~ ~But Marie-Anne had not this ambition. All
151      XIX|            s success.~ ~Maurice and Marie-Anne had become M. Lacheneur’
152       XX|            a torrent of curses upon Marie-Anne when his valet re-entered
153      XXI|            costume of a peasant.~ ~“Marie-Anne!” exclaimed the abbe and
154      XXI|               Oh—I am not mistaken. Marie-Anne just told us the place of
155     XXII|         knees before that miserable Marie-Anne—his mistress.”~ ~For she
156     XXII|        Maurice, Chanlouineau, Jean, Marie-Anne, and about twenty of the
157     XXII|           dared had it not been for Marie-Anne, who checked some peasants
158     XXII|          resist.~ ~“That cannot be, Marie-Anne,” said he; “she will warn
159     XXII|            this crowd of men.~ ~But Marie-Anne’s name, uttered with that
160     XXII|      herself under no obligation to Marie-Anne Lacheneur.~ ~“Very well,”
161     XXII|         have been instantly killed. Marie-Anne did not deign to notice
162     XXII|             but not so quickly that Marie-Anne failed to hear Blanche cry:~ ~“
163    XXIII|             two retired officers.~ ~Marie-Anne was in the centre of this
164    XXIII|         duty, Monsieur, is to serve Marie-Anne. Go at once, and take her
165    XXIII|    Lacheneur, someone must care for Marie-Anne. Swear that you will marry
166    XXIII|        exclaimed Chanlouineau, “and Marie-Anne!”~ ~They rushed in pursuit
167    XXIII|      minutes after the departure of Marie-Anne and of Maurice, Chanlouineau
168    XXIII|           and if I should save him, Marie-Anne would refuse me nothing.”~ ~
169     XXIV|    apparently lifeless body.~ ~Even Marie-Anne’s great energy had not been
170     XXIV|          two servants gently lifted Marie-Anne, and bore her to the house.~ ~
171     XXIV|           reality.~ ~She recognized Marie-Anne in the lifeless form extended
172     XXIV|         abbe, after he had examined Marie-Anne. “It will not be long before
173     XXIV|             faint moan was heard.~ ~Marie-Anne was regaining consciousness.
174     XXIV|         obey the priest’s orders.~ ~Marie-Anne, as soon as she could be
175     XXIV|            the carriage to lift out Marie-Anne, he propped his loaded gun
176     XXIV|           which must be taken, when Marie-Anne appeared.~ ~She was still
177     XXIV|               where will you go?”~ ~Marie-Anne lifted her beautiful eyes
178     XXIV|            and protecting love——”~ ~Marie-Anne remained.~ ~
179      XXV|             death had wrestled from Marie-Anne in the fortification at
180      XXV|          more tranquil in regard to Marie-Anne’s future, and he now thought
181      XXV|             Montaignac. Maurice and Marie-Anne were left alone.~ ~It was
182      XXV|          which they had found since Marie-Anne’s confession.~ ~They stood
183      XXV|          his arms, he whispered:~ ~“Marie-Anne, my darling, my beloved,
184      XXV|              Confess it! Say it!”~ ~Marie-Anne lifted her streaming eyes
185      XXV|       distance, Mme. d’Escorval and Marie-Anne fell upon their knees, imploring
186      XXV|       praised!” exclaimed Maurice, “Marie-Anne’s father has escaped! He
187      XXV|           to Mme. d’Escorval and to Marie-Anne, in order to reassure them,
188      XXV|          urgent necessity to arrest Marie-Anne.~ ~The other declared that
189      XXV|           opportunity to rid her of Marie-Anne.~ ~On his side, the duke,
190      XXV|            the duke, persuaded that Marie-Anne was his son’s mistress,
191     XXVI|         opened it, read it aloud to Marie-Anne, and merely said:~ ~“Let
192     XXVI|      resting.~ ~Mme. d’Escorval and Marie-Anne were talking of pursuing
193     XXVI|        journey, Mme. d’Escorval and Marie-Anne saw the three men preceding
194     XXVI|            when Mme. d’Escorval and Marie-Anne alighted at the Hotel de
195    XXVII|        while Maurice, the abbe, and Marie-Anne were entering the carriage.~ ~
196   XXVIII|            was to this his love for Marie-Anne had led him, that radiant
197   XXVIII|          hotel where his mother and Marie-Anne were waiting in agonized
198   XXVIII|          scaffold. Up, Maurice! up, Marie-Anne! No more weak lamentations,
199   XXVIII|     Lacheneur here?” he demanded.~ ~Marie-Anne came forward.~ ~“I am she,
200   XXVIII|            go with this worthy man, Marie-Anne,” said he.~ ~The poor girl
201   XXVIII|             know, but declared that Marie-Anne, Lacheneur’s daughter, knew
202   XXVIII|          Bavois, was sent to summon Marie-Anne.~ ~And Chanlouineau waited
203   XXVIII|            was equally certain that Marie-Anne was with her; and if she
204   XXVIII|          back, the door opened, and Marie-Anne entered, accompanied by
205   XXVIII|         corporal, Chanlouineau took Marie-Anne’s hand and drew her to the
206   XXVIII|          love you.”~ ~Involuntarily Marie-Anne drew away her hand and stepped
207   XXVIII|          loved you for a long time, Marie-Anne, for more than six years.
208   XXVIII|           you are cruel!” exclaimed Marie-Anne, “you are pitiless!”~ ~It
209   XXVIII|         Chanlouineau scarcely heard Marie-Anne’s exclamation. All the bitterness
210   XXVIII|            sound.~ ~He came back to Marie-Anne’s side, and tearing the
211   XXVIII|         voice, “is a man’s life!”~ ~Marie-Anne knew nothing of Chanlouineau’
212   XXVIII|      overhear him, he came close to Marie-Anne and said, rapidly, and in
213   XXVIII|          light that had sparkled in Marie-Anne’s eye was suddenly extinguished.~ ~“
214   XXVIII|         crime,” murmured the honest Marie-Anne.~ ~“Yes, but I wish to save
215   XXVIII|             been wounded?” inquired Marie-Anne.~ ~Chanlouineau’s face betrayed
216   XXVIII|            Down, we must fight!’”~ ~Marie-Anne could scarcely tell whether
217   XXVIII|          then said, more slowly:~ ~“Marie-Anne, your father and I have
218   XXVIII|         brother is dead!” exclaimed Marie-Anne.~ ~“No,” responded Chanlouineau; “
219   XXVIII|            He would have it so.’”~ ~Marie-Anne understood now.~ ~“Give
220   XXVIII|            is ended!”~ ~And handing Marie-Anne the second letter:~ ~“This
221   XXVIII|           who loved you so much.”~ ~Marie-Anne could not utter a word,
222     XXIX|     Chanlouineau’s cell, he watched Marie-Anne depart; but as he saw her
223     XXIX|           had imposed upon herself, Marie-Anne had failed to remark a stranger
224     XXIX|             news of your father.”~ ~Marie-Anne was so overcome that she
225     XXIX|       already, Monsieur,” responded Marie-Anne; “my brother has been badly
226     XXIX|        moved by their entreaties.~ ~Marie-Anne knew this, but it did not
227     XXIX|           Monsieur Lacheneur,” said Marie-Anne, addressing one of them. “
228     XXIX|             candelabra.~ ~On seeing Marie-Anne he sprang up, as pale and
229     XXIX|           of me. Thank you, dearest Marie-Anne, thank you for your confidence.
230     XXIX|            not been arrested,” said Marie-Anne, coldly.~ ~“Then,” said
231     XXIX|           turned as red as fire. By Marie-Anne’s manner he saw that she
232     XXIX|             with equal weapons——”~ ~Marie-Anne interrupted him.~ ~“I reproach
233     XXIX|           she said, quietly.~ ~“Ah! Marie-Anne, I am more severe than you.
234     XXIX|            were ignorant of it. Oh! Marie-Anne, if I wronged you in thought
235     XXIX|       implore you to be my wife.”~ ~Marie-Anne listened in utter bewilderment.
236     XXIX|     response—a word, a gesture. But Marie-Anne remained mute, motionless,
237     XXIX|          bitterness of the past!”~ ~Marie-Anne knew the Marquis de Sairmeuse
238     XXIX|             to tell the whole truth Marie-Anne would have answered “Yes.”
239     XXIX|           not overcome his love for Marie-Anne.~ ~“Now,” he resumed, “I
240     XXIX|     innocent.”~ ~Martial approached Marie-Anne, and lowering his voice:~ ~“
241     XXIX|           Blushing and embarrassed, Marie-Anne dared not thank him. How
242     XXIX|      abruptly; he had not perceived Marie-Anne until now.~ ~“The daughter
243     XXIX|         life of the baron hung upon Marie-Anne’s courage and address. The
244     XXIX|              and clear, firm voice, Marie-Anne repeated her accusation.~ ~
245     XXIX|            he retorted, pointing to Marie-Anne.~ ~But this insult Martial
246     XXIX|           and finally paused before Marie-Anne, who remained in the same
247     XXIX|             that Martial fixed upon Marie-Anne.~ ~He was amazed by her
248     XXIX|         word, the marquis turned to Marie-Anne.~ ~“Will you be so kind
249     XXIX|        living on his income now.”~ ~Marie-Anne caught eagerly at the idea
250     XXIX|            silent for a moment, and Marie-Anne fancied she saw an expression
251     XXIX|              Monsieur,” interrupted Marie-Anne.~ ~With a glance Martial
252     XXIX|     terrible response did not cause Marie-Anne any alarm. The duke’s anxiety
253     XXIX|          sudden inspiration visited Marie-Anne’s mind.~ ~“I know the man
254     XXIX|           sure of success,” thought Marie-Anne.~ ~“My plan is simplicity
255     XXIX|        repair it.”~ ~And turning to Marie-Anne:~ ~“You may consider the
256      XXX|             letter?” he groaned.~ ~“Marie-Anne Lacheneur gave it to Abbe
257      XXX|             d’Escorval and Maurice, Marie-Anne, Abbe Midon, and the four
258     XXXI|     abruptly entered the room where Marie-Anne and his son were negotiating
259     XXXI|  Unfortunately, neither Martial nor Marie-Anne were in a state of mind
260     XXXI|            generous and proud. Poor Marie-Anne! And I have pitilessly sacrificed
261     XXXI|            I see plainly, how often Marie-Anne has filled your empty larder—
262    XXXII|           cell, Chanlouineau, after Marie-Anne’s departure, abandoned himself
263    XXXII|           feverish anxiety.~ ~Would Marie-Anne know how to make the best
264    XXXII|    considered the threat puerile.~ ~Marie-Anne would have obtained the
265    XXXII|         have been allowed to follow Marie-Anne in her undertakings.~ ~What
266    XXXII|         calm and proud, the name of Marie-Anne upon his lips.~ ~
267   XXXIII|            knew that she owed it to Marie-Anne’s intercession that she
268   XXXIII|         with the noble and generous Marie-Anne, his admiration was changed
269   XXXIII|           and despair, knowing that Marie-Anne was now lost to him forever.~ ~
270   XXXIII|           plans—Mme. d’Escorval and Marie-Anne, the abbe and Maurice, and
271   XXXIII|            and that it was supposed Marie-Anne had gone to some foreign
272    XXXIV|            and radiant, a vision of Marie-Anne rose before him, more life-like,
273    XXXIV|         well—yes—I am going to find Marie-Anne. Farewell!”~ ~And he passed
274     XXXV|           light of the candle which Marie-Anne held, he saw a spectacle
275     XXXV|           was the sole protector of Marie-Anne, who, pale and overcome
276    XXXVI|            devotion and tenderness, Marie-Anne was capable of a virile
277    XXXVI|            the firmest will.~ ~When Marie-Anne tried to begin her journey
278    XXXVI|              he said to Maurice and Marie-Anne, who scarcely recognized
279    XXXVI|         hours of rest would restore Marie-Anne.~ ~They were mistaken. The
280    XXXVI|            not leave the bedside of Marie-Anne—of Mme. Dubois, as she was
281    XXXVI|           third day that they heard Marie-Anne utter a word.~ ~“Poor girl!”
282    XXXVI|          obeyed; with an eager hand Marie-Anne examined the pocket.~ ~She
283    XXXVI|             of the insurrection:~ ~“Marie-Anne—The outbreak is at hand.
284    XXXVI|             words.~ ~“Adieu, adieu, Marie-Anne.~ ~“Chanlouineau.”~ ~Maurice
285    XXXVI|          comparison should arise in Marie-Anne’s mind as well? How could
286    XXXVI|             he presented himself in Marie-Anne’s room with a calm, even
287    XXXVI|            his own name nor that of Marie-Anne.~ ~When his recital was
288    XXXVI|           he knew it would reassure Marie-Anne’s troubled conscience. Poor
289    XXXVI|           Maurice d’Escorval and of Marie-Anne Lacheneur, and after inscribing
290    XXXVI|          toward Turin that Maurice, Marie-Anne, and Corporal Bavois directed
291    XXXVI|       travel, instead of exhausting Marie-Anne, seemed to revive her. After
292    XXXVI|      despairing cry arrested him.~ ~Marie-Anne, deadly pale, and with eyes
293    XXXVI|           been put to death!” cried Marie-Anne, “and I—his daughter—was
294    XXXVI|         decided. Should Maurice and Marie-Anne make their marriage public?
295    XXXVI|             days.”~ ~Unfortunately, Marie-Anne yielded.~ ~“Since you wish
296   XXXVII|              he had yielded only to Marie-Anne’s tears, angered him beyond
297  XXXVIII|      Marquise de Sairmeuse, accused Marie-Anne of being the cause of his
298  XXXVIII|         frantic by the thought that Marie-Anne despised him, and considered
299  XXXVIII|            because he hoped to find Marie-Anne not far off, and to say
300  XXXVIII|          real culprit.”~ ~It was to Marie-Anne that he wished this famous
301  XXXVIII|        husky voice. “The thought of Marie-Anne can no longer save you.”~ ~
302    XXXIX|   interrupted him.~ ~“You must seek Marie-Anne if you wish to find—my husband.”~ ~
303    XXXIX|             Where could he be? Near Marie-Anne most assuredly—and at the
304      XLI|            s return, and to conceal Marie-Anne’s presence in the house.
305      XLI|             downstairs to talk with Marie-Anne. As they were sitting there
306      XLI|          Marquis de Courtornieu.”~ ~Marie-Anne alone suspected the truth.
307      XLI|      formerly beautiful and radiant Marie-Anne. Her quick, alert tread
308      XLI|          what they were to do, when Marie-Anne told him of the will which
309      XLI|       Borderie at night,” suggested Marie-Anne, “enter the house, which
310      XLI|        yourself at the Borderie.”~ ~Marie-Anne shuddered.~ ~“Live in Chanlouineau’
311      XLI|            Poignot should accompany Marie-Anne to the frontier that very
312      XLI|           that the abbe dictated to Marie-Anne the story she was to tell
313      XLI|           greatly astonished to see Marie-Anne alight from the diligence.~ ~“
314      XLI|            no such scruples.~ ~When Marie-Anne emerged from the inn, she
315      XLI|             notary, and he welcomed Marie-Anne with all the deference due
316      XLI|          last will and testament.~ ~Marie-Anne’s composure and resignation
317      XLI|             were complied with, and Marie-Anne was formally installed at
318      XLI|          How he loved me!” murmured Marie-Anne, moved by that emotion,
319      XLI|          received the money.~ ~Now, Marie-Anne could breathe freely; and
320      XLI|         return.~ ~That very evening Marie-Anne heard someone rap at her
321     XLII|      Martial’s hand in all this, as Marie-Anne had done.~ ~“Ah! I was not
322     XLII|             does all this to please Marie-Anne,” she continued, frantic
323     XLII|            not? that stuck-up minx, Marie-Anne?”~ ~Blanche felt that denial
324     XLII|          Yes,” she answered; “it is Marie-Anne that I mean.”~ ~“Ah, well!
325     XLII|             I, myself, am sure that Marie-Anne is in the neighborhood,
326     XLII|           Blanche had declared that Marie-Anne had taken her husband from
327     XLII|          from her, that Martial and Marie-Anne loved each other, hence
328    XLIII|            was the second day after Marie-Anne’s installation at the Borderie.~ ~
329    XLIII|             the shutters were open. Marie-Anne was leaning out of a window.
330    XLIII|            heartless hussy!”~ ~Poor Marie-Anne, indeed, had no dress but
331    XLIII|       Chanlouineau had intended for Marie-Anne. He had never spoken of
332    XLIII|             middle room.”~ ~“And is Marie-Anne alone at the Borderie?”~ ~“
333    XLIII|      Blanche regarded this story of Marie-Anne’s travels as a ridiculous
334    XLIII|   ridiculous fable. In her opinion, Marie-Anne had simply emerged from
335    XLIII|        existing between Martial and Marie-Anne in the past, all was now
336    XLIII|         fool. Yesterday Martial and Marie-Anne spent a quarter of an hour
337     XLIV|             Vigano, who had come to Marie-Anne’s aid, was an honorable
338     XLIV|         easy for such a man to read Marie-Anne’s character; and while he
339     XLIV|            But when he departed and Marie-Anne was again left in solitude,
340     XLIV|         perhaps, the abbe.~ ~Hence, Marie-Anne had nothing to fear, and
341     XLIV|             he entered the cottage, Marie-Anne recoiled in horror. She
342     XLIV|           at dusk in the forest.”~ ~Marie-Anne shuddered. She fancied that
343     XLIV|           me?”~ ~“It is impossible, Marie-Anne.”~ ~“And why?”~ ~A fleeting
344     XLIV|             in any deed of mine.”~ ~Marie-Anne stood as if petrified.~ ~“
345     XLIV|       horrible presentiment crossed Marie-Anne’s mind.~ ~She stepped back,
346     XLIV|          distressed beyond measure, Marie-Anne sank into a chair. She discerned
347     XLIV|             that tree is doomed.”~ ~Marie-Anne knew all too well the uselessness
348     XLIV|         tear trembled in his eye.~ ~Marie-Anne saw that tear. She thought
349     XLIV|          heart.~ ~“Poor sister—poor Marie-Anne—you will never know what
350     XLIV|        perishes alone.”~ ~He kissed Marie-Anne passionately, then lifted
351     XLIV|            it, and read:~ ~“My dear Marie-Anne—Perhaps you have suspected
352     XLIV|            Martial de Sairmeuse.”~ ~Marie-Anne’s head whirled.~ ~This was
353     XLIV|       suddenly, and without reason, Marie-Anne passed from the most profound
354     XLIV|        absence.~ ~It was night, but Marie-Anne, fortunately, knew Martial’
355     XLIV|           and generous.”~ ~And when Marie-Anne disclosed her suspicions:~ ~“
356     XLIV|        foreseen this determination, Marie-Anne seemed stupefied.~ ~“What!”
357     XLIV|           Monsieur de Sairmeuse.”~ ~Marie-Anne recoiled in horror.~ ~“Never!
358     XLIV|    Breathless, with cheeks on fire, Marie-Anne watched him as he disappeared;
359     XLIV|           comes to my aid!” thought Marie-Anne as she walked homeward.~ ~
360     XLIV|             books.~ ~These articles Marie-Anne deposited in the room which
361     XLIV|            night was very dark, and Marie-Anne, as she hastened on, did
362      XLV|           Who knows but Martial and Marie-Anne are there in that house
363      XLV|      immediately a woman, certainly Marie-Anne, left the house and advanced
364      XLV|            clump of lilac-bushes.~ ~Marie-Anne came out, imprudently leaving
365      XLV|          she entered the cottage.~ ~Marie-Anne, on going out, had left
366      XLV|             the entire furniture.~ ~Marie-Anne evidently occupied the back
367      XLV|           Everything indicated that Marie-Anne was expecting someone; the
368      XLV|     bouillon.~ ~It was evident that Marie-Anne was on the point of drinking
369      XLV|           Martial would return with Marie-Anne; who could say that it would
370      XLV|          would have betrayed her.~ ~Marie-Anne entered the chamber, followed
371      XLV|            will he start?” inquired Marie-Anne.~ ~“At eleven o’clock. It
372      XLV|      midnight when he gets here.”~ ~Marie-Anne glanced at the magnificent
373      XLV|             have felt some doubt of Marie-Anne’s guilt; her resolution
374      XLV|          had said: “our gentleman,” Marie-Anne said: “he.”~ ~Is not “he”
375      XLV|            For two hours and a half Marie-Anne would be alone at the Borderie.
376      XLV|             it!” Blanche thought.~ ~Marie-Anne had, in fact, forgotten
377      XLV|      hiding-place Blanche had heard Marie-Anne’s exclamation; she saw the
378      XLV|          remorse struck her soul.~ ~Marie-Anne drank but one mouthful,
379      XLV|            had formed over the top. Marie-Anne took the spoon, skimmed
380      XLV|             She had expected to see Marie-Anne fall dead before her, as
381      XLV|             moments slipped by, and Marie-Anne continued her preparations
382      XLV|       terror increased when she saw Marie-Anne take the light and go downstairs.
383      XLV|            no. She knew better when Marie-Anne reappeared.~ ~In the few
384      XLV|         begins!” thought Blanche.~ ~Marie-Anne stood on the hearth, gazing
385     XLVI|          utter prostration followed Marie-Anne’s paroxysm of agony. One
386     XLVI|            come too late.”~ ~And as Marie-Anne repeated the name in a tone
387     XLVI|             selfishness.~ ~And yet, Marie-Anne was perceptibly sinking.
388     XLVI|        longer thought of augmenting Marie-Anne’s sufferings by upbraiding
389     XLVI|            longer; then seeing that Marie-Anne still remained motionless
390     XLVI|         advanced three steps before Marie-Anne suddenly, and as if she
391     XLVI|             de Sairmeuse,” faltered Marie-Anne. “You, Blanche— here!”~ ~
392     XLVI|             my husband, Martial!”~ ~Marie-Anne was considering the situation
393     XLVI| marriage-certificate of Maurice and Marie-Anne, drawn up by the cure of
394     XLVI|         would have come too late.~ ~Marie-Anne felt that there was no longer
395     XLVI|            my life be afterward?”~ ~Marie-Anne made no reply. The poison
396     XLVI|          must know the antidote.”~ ~Marie-Anne sadly shook her head.~ ~“
397     XLVI|             she repeated; “to whom? Marie-Anne—a word more—a single word—
398     XLVI|          more—a single word—a name, Marie-Anne!”~ ~The unfortunate woman’
399     XLVI|            length upon the floor.~ ~Marie-Anne was dead—dead, and she had
400     XLVI|          over her. When he saw that Marie-Anne had breathed her last, he
401     XLVI|             murderess advanced; but Marie-Anne’s dead body lay between
402     XLVI|         toward the grove.~ ~“Ah! so Marie-Anne had a child,” he said, as
403    XLVII|          abode at the Borderie with Marie-Anne.~ ~When the day of departure
404    XLVII|           few hours before, to warn Marie-Anne of his arrival.~ ~No one
405    XLVII|             It is very strange that Marie-Anne does not hear me,” remarked
406    XLVII|        spectacle before him.~ ~Poor Marie-Anne was lying on the floor.
407    XLVII|             man was kneeling beside Marie-Anne, weeping bitterly. The expression
408    XLVII|           you here!” he exclaimed. “Marie-Anne cannot be dead! You, who
409    XLVII|             have been watching over Marie-Anne, though from a distance;
410    XLVII|          Martial’s wild passion for Marie-Anne. He wished to make her his
411    XLVII|       Chanlouineau had destined for Marie-Anne.~ ~“It shall be for her,”
412    XLVII|           for no one.”~ ~And it was Marie-Anne who rested there first—dead.~ ~
413    XLVII|             same arm-chair in which Marie-Anne had breathed her last, and
414    XLVII|             mystery that enshrouded Marie-Anne’s death. Had she been murdered?
415    XLVII|         arsenic was empty, and that Marie-Anne had been poisoned by the
416    XLVII|            Chupin after he murdered Marie-Anne? To kill an accomplice is
417    XLVII|          his first words were: ‘And Marie-Anne?’ He loves her more devotedly
418    XLVII|  communicate with my father or with Marie-Anne. But we were in the secret
419    XLVII|         safely across the frontier. Marie-Anne and I, by our devotion,
420    XLVII|          were with her again. Is it Marie-Anne——”~ ~He hesitated.~ ~“Courage,
421    XLVII|           he leaned for support.~ ~“Marie-Anne is dead!” he exclaimed.~ ~
422    XLVII|          the beautiful, the radiant Marie-Anne, whom he had loved to his
423    XLVII|        recollection which had given Marie-Anne strength to hold death at
424    XLVII|             the wretched man. “When Marie-Anne knew that her life was in
425    XLVII|             understood the cause of Marie-Anne’s distorted features now.~ ~“
426    XLVII|             Am I to understand that Marie-Anne was the mistress of Maurice,
427    XLVII|                Up! here is Martial, Marie-Anne’s murderer! Up! he is coming!
428    XLVII|      pointing to the bed upon which Marie-Anne’s lifeless form was reposing,
429    XLVII|            he turned and approached Marie-Anne’s bedside.~ ~With hand uplifted
430    XLVII|          said, solemnly:~ ~“To you, Marie-Anne, I swear that I will avenge
431   XLVIII|         lift her and carry her from Marie-Anne’s chamber.~ ~But she lost
432   XLVIII|             said, “I was jealous of Marie-Anne. I thought she was Martial’
433   XLVIII|          impossibilities to recover Marie-Anne’s child.~ ~And certainly,
434   XLVIII|           less than a year, restore Marie-Anne’s child to Maurice d’Escorval.~ ~
435   XLVIII|             baron’s safe-conduct to Marie-Anne, and then I will push on
436   XLVIII|           heart full of hope. Alas! Marie-Anne was dead.~ ~No one would
437   XLVIII|            of virulent animosity.~ ~Marie-Anne was dead; he had it in his
438   XLVIII|         vacillating between her and Marie-Anne.~ ~How many pleasant hours
439   XLVIII|            had entered the house of Marie-Anne Lacheneur, and taken advantage
440     XLIX|             which was inscribed:~ ~“Marie-Anne Lacheneur, died at the age
441     XLIX|               Chanlouineau, shot.~ ~Marie-Anne, poisoned.~ ~Chupin, the
442     XLIX|           caused much comment. When Marie-Anne died, he at first refused
443     XLIX|         clods of earth falling upon Marie-Anne’s coffin; and his very life
444     XLIX|            his friends promise that Marie-Anne’s name should not be mentioned
445     XLIX|             he replied. “I know, by Marie-Anne’s absence, the date of her
446     XLIX|          Maurice were searching for Marie-Anne’s child.~ ~Why, with what
447        L|           all, now. It is true that Marie-Anne was not Martial’s mistress,
448        L|         shoulders at the thought of Marie-Anne’s dying threats.~ ~She remembered
449        L|             slowly and noiselessly. Marie-Anne entered—gliding in like
450        L|          that dread apparition; and Marie-Anne’s distorted features were
451        L|             Speaking one evening of Marie-Anne’s death, Martial forgot
452        L|             commence the search for Marie-Anne’s child.~ ~To do this effectually
453       LI|         niece would send me to join Marie-Anne.”~ ~Perhaps a similar thought
454      LII|            The young marquise hated Marie-Anne, and she has poisoned her.
455      LII|             her.~ ~Her wish to find Marie-Anne’s infant was stronger than
456      LII|             of her victim! What was Marie-Anne’s death compared with the
457      LII|             were measured by years, Marie-Anne’s by minutes; and she said
458     LIII|           and ennui.~ ~The death of Marie-Anne had destroyed all his hopes
459     LIII|            utter.~ ~Jean Lacheneur, Marie-Anne’s brother.~ ~An inward voice,
460     LIII|            benefit. In his opinion, Marie-Anne’s fortune must be consecrated
461     LIII|          went to Sairmeuse to visit Marie-Anne’s grave, in order to obtain
462     LIII|               Jean knew that it was Marie-Anne’s child they were seeking.
463     LIII|             Blanche have known that Marie-Anne had given birth to a child;
464     LIII|             It was she who poisoned Marie-Anne,” he said to himself. “It
465      LIV|         thought of her who was dead—Marie-Anne—the only woman whom he had
466      LIV|           If fate had but given him Marie-Anne for his wife! He said this
467      LIV|        intended to play the part of Marie-Anne’s son.~ ~These three accomplices
468      LIV|             marriage-certificate of Marie-Anne Lacheneur and Maurice d’
469      LIV|             It was she who murdered Marie-Anne,” he murmured.~ ~He was
470      LIV|        which he had pronounced over Marie-Anne’s lifeless form too well.~ ~
471       LV|             was dead—poisoned, like Marie-Anne; but she had procured a
472       LV|            bearer of this letter is Marie-Anne’s son, Maurice—your son.~ ~
473       LV|            the heritage~ of my poor Marie-Anne.~ ~“Those to whose care
474       LV| administered by her own hand.~ Poor Marie-Anne! she would have been far