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  1        I|               clustered around a young man who, only two days before,
  2        I|               church.~ ~He was a large man, about fifty years of age,
  3        I|               he called me. ‘Here, old man,’ he said, ‘do you wish
  4        I|            said to me: ‘Above all, old man, explain to my friend Lacheneur
  5        I|                was the impetuous young man who had interrupted Father
  6        I|               a fact,” remarked an old man; “Monsieur Lacheneur owns
  7        I|              there would not be a poor man in the country; and yet,
  8        I|        Undoubtedly the impetuous young man spoke at the peril of his
  9        I|            appeared upon the porch the man in question, with a young
 10       II|         circumstances, the unfortunate man was reviewing all the different
 11       II|             have felt certain that the man was bewildered by the sudden
 12       II|                those crises in which a man, however strong he may be,
 13       II|                it come?”~ ~The unhappy man had gone too far to retract.~ ~“
 14       II|            servant” was revolting to a man, who, at least, while the
 15       II|             the room.~ ~It was a young man about twenty years of age,
 16       II|              Monsieur,” said the young man, “my father sends me to
 17      III|                of his daughter.~ ~This man, who had been compelled
 18      III|              shoulders. He was not the man to renounce an illusion
 19      III|              comes, for the poor, dear man has not breakfasted yet.”~ ~“
 20      III|              the abode of an ambitious man or a saint.~ ~“Will these
 21      III|               kindled the anger of the man concealed beneath the priest.~ ~“
 22      III|               That is just the sort of man he is; he has less sense
 23      III|                his domestic, was not a man to their taste.~ ~At least,
 24      III|               he was evidently not the man they had hoped to find—not
 25      III|                behind her came a large man in a white apron, bearing
 26      III|              to convince the obstinate man of his mistake; but upon
 27       IV|               it was with the air of a man who is making an effort
 28       IV|               daughter.~ ~The wretched man was ghastly pale, great
 29       IV|             treat, in his own house, a man whom he considered his equal.~ ~
 30       IV|        respected him.~ ~And here was a man who treated him with undisguised
 31       IV|            voice, “is the word of this man, who, of his own free will,
 32       IV|              turned, and saw the young man, who, that morning, went
 33        V|               duties, this truly great man had the strength to resist
 34        V|              her husband was an honest man, in the most strict and
 35        V|            uncertain step of a drunken man, his eye void of expression,
 36        V|                replied the unfortunate man in a harsh, unnatural voice: “
 37        V|             angry boasting. This young man, though so modest and so
 38        V|                you.”~ ~The unfortunate man trembled at the touch of
 39        V|              yourself?”~ ~The wretched man smiled sadly.~ ~“Oh,” he
 40       VI|               his agitation, the young man perceived the effect produced
 41       VI|           gratitude.~ ~The love of the man she adored came forth victorious
 42       VI|             yourself like an honorable man. Certainly you are very
 43       VI|               a despairing and unhappy man.~ ~These precautions were
 44       VI|              give us information.”~ ~A man had just appeared around
 45       VI|            down in the dust before any man as these old nobles who
 46      VII|          village.~ ~If Lacheneur, this man who was so powerful in their
 47      VII|                in their shouts.~ ~Each man also said to himself:~ ~“
 48      VII|        seigneur of times gone by, this man of absurd prejudices and
 49     VIII|                speak. Now that the old man has met with these reverses,
 50     VIII|                  remarked a little old man.~ ~“Why so?”~ ~“If Monsieur
 51       IX|              status. He was the fallen man, the man who had been, and
 52       IX|                was the fallen man, the man who had been, and who was
 53       IX|           exclaimed the wretched young man, “forget you!”~ ~His eyes
 54       IX|               strength to renounce the man I love—I shall never be
 55        X|       restoring Sairmeuse.~ ~This poor man to whom he had displayed
 56        X|             blackest ingratitude, this man, honest to heroism, whom
 57        X|               apprehensions were, to a man who judged the sentiments
 58        X|          testify our gratitude to this man by paying him a large indemnity.”~ ~
 59        X|        requires us to bestow upon this man an indemnity of at least
 60        X|            Follow the river,” said the man, “and when you see a pine-grove
 61       XI|           guilty of an offence which a man of honor could never forgive
 62       XI|                    My father is an old man who has suffered cruelly.
 63       XI|             was certain that the young man was lying, impudently lying,
 64       XI|            been wrong, but I am an old man; it is hard for me to decide
 65       XI|             Martial’s intentions. This man whom he mortally hated already,
 66       XI|               a weak and pusillanimous man.~ ~But any intervention
 67       XI|                to whisper in the young man’s ear, in his formerly friendly
 68      XII|              duke. He is an avaricious man; and if Marie-Anne does
 69      XII|          decide, on reflection, that a man who has not conducted himself
 70     XIII|              than the appearances of a man like the Marquis de Courtornieu.~ ~
 71     XIII|               told her that this young man would lift his wife to the
 72     XIII|            before her, she believed, a man who, as her father had said,
 73     XIII|       accusation to rest even upon the man who had treated her father
 74      XIV|                   But this unfortunate man, who, in days to come, would
 75      XIV|              again and again, that the man whom she would choose must
 76      XIV|                 The presence of such a man dishonors our country,”
 77       XV|            Sairmeuse, that unfortunate man was weeping at the bedside
 78       XV|         respect the priest honored the man.~ ~For M. d’Escorval, above
 79      XVI|         sufferings of this unfortunate man, who, only two days before,
 80      XVI|             the other, who was a young man.~ ~“This is my son, Jean,
 81      XVI|              him a boy; he found him a man.~ ~Jean was just twenty;
 82      XVI|                  interrupted the young man; “father, wait, at least,
 83      XVI|               sorrow. This model young man you see here left the gaming-house
 84      XVI|           thought, “does this wretched man meditate some crime?”~ ~
 85      XVI|              so, with the gesture of a man who resigns himself to a
 86      XVI|              his grasp:~ ~“Unfortunate man!” he exclaimed, hoarsely, “
 87      XVI|            swear. You cannot deceive a man of my age and of my experience.
 88      XVI|                scene with the air of a man who distrusts the evidence
 89      XVI|             too well.~ ~“So this young man comes here?” he said to
 90      XVI|             old friend, believe that a man of your superior intelligence
 91      XVI|              instrument of my plans. A man situated as I am is free
 92      XVI|              anger of this unfortunate man still more, he might, perhaps,
 93      XVI|        disinterestedness of this young man.”~ ~Martial was already
 94     XVII|           hoped that some honest young man, by speedily marrying his
 95     XVII|            were useless. The condemned man no longer existed.~ ~Still,
 96     XVII|             you are engaged to a young man in the neighborhood, named—
 97     XVII|              shall never be that young man’s wife.”~ ~“But why? They
 98     XVII|             were absent, Martial saw a man leave the house and hasten
 99     XVII|              rushed after him, but the man escaped him.~ ~He believed,
100    XVIII|              tenaciously as a drowning man clings to the plank which
101    XVIII|             say to you, that you are a man, and that you must prove
102    XVIII|           political advancement of the man whom they love, be he father,
103      XIX|         private. Then she offered each man refreshments—the house seemed
104       XX|              door was flung open and a man entered, panting and breathless.~ ~
105       XX|         panting and breathless.~ ~This man was Chupin, the former poacher,
106       XX|               in pursuit, overtook one man, and seizing him by the
107       XX|              What is your name?”~ ~The man was silent, and his captor
108       XX|           another word, he dragged the man to the citadel, gave him
109      XXI|               he continued:~ ~“Foolish man! You have forgotten that
110      XXI|                garrison commanded by a man whose energy and valor are
111      XXI|              reason. You are an honest man; think of the frightful
112      XXI|             delay may, perhaps, cost a man’s life. And now, my friends,
113      XXI|                  he cried.~ ~The young man hesitated, but at last approached.~ ~“
114      XXI|            tear glistened in the young man’s eye.~ ~“My mother,” he
115     XXII|          abundant excuse for sending a man into exile.~ ~Fully decided
116     XXII|              his gun in his hand. If a man had uttered those words
117    XXIII|              moderation did not suit a man of the duke’s violent temperament,
118    XXIII|               s violent temperament, a man who was ever longing for
119    XXIII|             struggle and excitement, a man whose ambition prompted
120    XXIII|          laggards?~ ~But there was one man, who, at each of these detonations,
121    XXIII|             were, his death-wound—this man was Lacheneur.~ ~He had
122    XXIII|            them to pursue. Should each man go his way? or should they
123    XXIII|                he replied.~ ~The young man’s words and manner reassured
124    XXIII|           Marquis; he is a very useful man. Had it not been for him,
125     XXIV|       returning from Sairmeuse.~ ~This man, who was slightly intoxicated,
126     XXIV|            flying through space to the man who was her all, and whose
127     XXIV|                   The abbe was a brave man. He darted to the door,
128     XXIV|            violently open, and a young man, wearing the uniform of
129     XXIV|             Bavois!” he called.~ ~This man was one of those old soldiers
130     XXIV|             this evening?”~ ~The young man hesitated for an instant;
131     XXIV|              surprised that this young man should have had so little
132     XXIV|               blank cartridges.”~ ~The man might possibly be sincere,
133     XXIV|               said:~ ~“You are a brave man!”~ ~A few moments later,
134      XXV|              drew his attention to the man standing near them. This
135      XXV|               standing near them. This man was none other than Chupin.~ ~
136      XXV|         thousand francs! what a sum! A man could live comfortably all
137      XXV|              Lacheneur is lost if this man discovers his retreat,”
138      XXV|               the life of a proscribed man.”~ ~The noble enthusiasm
139      XXV|                who shelter him. Many a man who would not soil his hands
140      XXV|               Sairmeuse.~ ~This worthy man, on hearing what guests
141      XXV|              the Croix d’Arcy, found a man, clad in the uniform of
142      XXV|           shuddered.~ ~The unfortunate man, he could not doubt, was
143      XXV|          examined the body of the dead man. Between his lips they found
144      XXV|              in the village. The brave man, knowing he was mortally
145     XXVI|          baroness.~ ~Nevertheless, the man did not reach Escorval until
146     XXVI|               service to the wife of a man upon whom the burden of
147     XXVI|                and after the terrified man replied, according as they
148     XXVI|             misfortune; and the worthy man was really terrified. He
149    XXVII|             more purple than that of a man struck with apoplexy; and
150    XXVII|        expressed such disdain that the man who interrupted him was
151    XXVII|              several.~ ~“That one is a man!” they were thinking.~ ~
152    XXVII|             afraid, for he was a brave man: but he was endeavoring
153    XXVII|        occupied upon the benches. Each man gave his name, his age,
154    XXVII|              no one observed the young man’s condition. The attention
155    XXVII|               bring low an illustrious man who had been the counsellor
156    XXVII|                There was, however, one man in the assemblage who could
157    XXVII|         abominable injustice, and this man was Abbe Midon, who, only
158    XXVII|             for the purpose which this man mentions.”~ ~“For what purpose,
159    XXVII|              their courage.~ ~The good man wept.~ ~Then the baron,
160   XXVIII|                 The death of this just man would be too great a crime.
161   XXVIII|                one of the condemned, a man named Chanlouineau, who
162   XXVIII|                    Impossible, my good man,” said one of the officers; “
163   XXVIII|               must go with this worthy man, Marie-Anne,” said he.~ ~
164   XXVIII|       apparently an agony of fear. The man dragged himself toward him,
165   XXVIII|            said, in a low voice, “is a man’s life!”~ ~Marie-Anne knew
166   XXVIII|            This,” she exclaimed, “is a man’s life!”~ ~“Hush, speak
167   XXVIII|              to death.”~ ~“Unfortunate man! Why do you not make use
168   XXVIII|            save yourself?”~ ~The young man sadly shook his head.~ ~“
169   XXVIII|             have condemned an innocent man——”~ ~“Baron d’Escorval?”~ ~“
170   XXVIII|              uttering the name of this man, for whose happiness he
171   XXVIII|               it as the handiwork of a man who was seeking to convey
172   XXVIII|            accusation.”~ ~“To accuse a man falsely is a great crime,”
173   XXVIII|               should ask his pardon. A man who fights as I saw him
174   XXVIII|            duel had another witness, a man named Poignot, whom you
175     XXIX|                in Montaignac; the only man who could oppose him, Monsieur
176     XXIX|                the life of an innocent man compromised by them?”~ ~
177     XXIX|             rose, and in the tone of a man who is resigned to anything,
178     XXIX|         brusquely asked: “Have you any man in whom you can confide?”~ ~“
179     XXIX|                 We must have an honest man who sympathizes with the
180     XXIX|       Marie-Anne’s mind.~ ~“I know the man that you require!” she cried.~ ~“
181     XXIX|              He of whom I speak is the man you need. I will be responsible
182     XXIX|                I will confer with this man,” said he. “What is his
183      XXX|            false hopes.~ ~“I am a lost man,” he thought. And confronting
184      XXX|                neighbor, some wretched man who was to share his fate.
185      XXX|              cruel to prevent a doomed man from pressing to his heart,
186      XXX|               his eyes amazed him.~ ~A man was standing in a corner
187      XXX|              see the lower part of the man’s body by the light of a
188      XXX|               bars.~ ~But how had this man succeeded in gaining admission
189      XXX|           strike the upper part of the man’s body; and, despite the
190      XXX|              the room occupied by this man, whom the baron already
191      XXX|     impetuously thrown open.~ ~Another man entered, whose face was
192      XXX|         discovered!” he thought.~ ~The man whom M. d’Escorval believed
193      XXX|               Ah, Marquis! how could a man of your experience, a man
194      XXX|              man of your experience, a man so subtle, and penetrating,
195      XXX|            Most assuredly.”~ ~“Deluded man! As soon as the baron is
196      XXX|             response. But he was not a man to yield to his first impulse—
197      XXX|           bounded from his chair. This man was a friend. Here was aid
198     XXXI|                and one of them, an old man, was telling the other that
199     XXXI|                   Certainly the worthy man did not think he was committing
200     XXXI|            difficulties, and even if a man succeeded in effecting it,
201     XXXI|             cruel mental torture which man was ever forced to endure—
202     XXXI|                who will deliver up the man known as Lacheneur, dead
203     XXXI|             thousand francs.~ ~And the man who found his corpse would
204     XXXI|              gave both to the famished man.~ ~They sat down beside
205     XXXI|           leave you,” said the younger man, gloomily, “for you are
206     XXXI| Saint-Jean-de-Coche, and was kept by a man named Balstain.~ ~They rapped,
207     XXXI|               grasping the unfortunate man’s clothing, she shook him,
208     XXXI|                him as one does a blind man to set him on the right
209     XXXI|          hospitality.~ ~On seeing this man, whose face was ghastly
210     XXXI|               do you not know that any man who shelters this fugitive
211     XXXI|        exclaimed: “Ah! you are a noble man, Antoine.”~ ~He smiled,
212     XXXI|             chanced to say:~ ~“I met a man just now on the mountain
213     XXXI|            bold stroke and we have our man!” exclaimed Chupin. “Come,
214     XXXI|                in which the proscribed man had found an asylum.~ ~Antoine
215     XXXI|              kill me before I betray a man in my own house.”~ ~“If
216     XXXI|              awed.~ ~But there was one man who was terrified by this
217     XXXI|           descend the mountain, when a man appeared, bareheaded, covered
218     XXXI|               property; you steal this man who was mine——”~ ~“He is
219     XXXI|               s, and uttered by such a man, was equivalent to a death-warrant,
220    XXXII|             her counsellor and guide a man in whose judgment he had
221    XXXII|              fled, taking with him the man who had been left to guard
222    XXXII|                Chupin’s merits.~ ~“The man who has discovered Lacheneur
223    XXXII|                this officer might be a man of unusual shrewdness, who
224   XXXIII|               dry.~ ~The daughter of a man who, for a week, exercised
225   XXXIII|                duplicity which leads a man to contradict his thoughts
226   XXXIII|        venomous beast. If I approach a man, he draws back; if I enter
227   XXXIII|                not have tempted a poor man with wealth like that. If,
228   XXXIII|              and judges us!”~ ~Unhappy man! his faults had been great;
229    XXXIV|         fragrant plants, stood a young man. He was very pale, and his
230    XXXIV|               he exclaimed; “imprudent man!”~ ~The young man stepped
231    XXXIV|            imprudent man!”~ ~The young man stepped forward.~ ~“You
232    XXXIV|             low voice; “hush, wretched man, you will ruin us!”~ ~But
233    XXXIV|                was about to strike the man who had been his father-in-law
234    XXXIV|               rejoin the sister of the man, whom I now recognize?”~ ~
235     XXXV|                 the task of lowering a man from this ledge, at dead
236     XXXV|          smitten with remorse.~ ~“Poor man!” he murmured. “I shall
237     XXXV|              wounded the feelings of a man who was so worthy of their
238     XXXV|             would like to see the poor man,” he said, sadly.~ ~“Come
239     XXXV|        Kneeling beside the unconscious man, Abbe Midon, with admirable
240     XXXV|              he now lifted the wounded man a little higher on Mme.
241     XXXV|            baron’s former secretary, a man who had been absolutely
242     XXXV|            abbe spoke in the tone of a man who, by virtue of assuming
243     XXXV|        gentlemen will take the wounded man’s place upon the litter;
244     XXXV|              everything.~ ~The wounded man was lifted carefully and
245     XXXV|            advance to confer with this man, upon whose decision the
246     XXXV|               the house, a small, thin man, with gray hair and a sunburned
247     XXXV|                given shelter to a poor man who had received an ugly
248     XXXV|         physician.~ ~“And this wounded man,” he added, “is Jean Lacheneur,
249     XXXV|           priest’s heart.~ ~Would this man, who had already given an
250     XXXV|                    Ah! you are a brave man!” cried the abbe.~ ~“I know
251     XXXV|             chance for hypocrisy; each man stands revealed in his grandeur,
252     XXXV|              of their former ruler—the man whom they had made their
253     XXXV|              of day, bearing a wounded man upon a litter.~ ~Among the
254     XXXV|             believed that this wounded man was Baron d’Escorval, there
255     XXXV|                of their secret to this man.~ ~“We are carrying one
256    XXXVI|              with suspicion.~ ~A large man, who was apparently the
257    XXXVI|       travelling on business, and this man here is my farmer.”~ ~These
258    XXXVI|             the jingle of the coin the man lifted his cap deferentially.
259    XXXVI|           betrayed the stiff hand of a man more accustomed to guiding
260    XXXVI|       physician in the neighborhood, a man of superior ability. Attached
261    XXXVI|               very young for a married man, and your hands are too
262    XXXVI|               she blushed scarlet. The man who accompanies you has
263    XXXVI|        discovered —that he was in this man’s power.~ ~What should he
264    XXXVI|                How can I, a proscribed man—a man condemned to death
265    XXXVI|              can I, a proscribed man—a man condemned to death perhaps —
266   XXXVII|               condition of the wounded man demanded.~ ~But where and
267   XXXVII|           Three days later the wounded man, after quite a comfortable
268   XXXVII|               he inquired of the young man.~ ~“Ah! Monsieur, Monsieur
269  XXXVIII|             You saw how I punished the man who dared to compromise
270  XXXVIII|            name of Sairmeuse. And this man is the father of the young
271  XXXVIII|              How have you rewarded the man whose heroic honesty gave
272  XXXVIII|                phlegmatic sceptic, the man who boasted of his indifference
273  XXXVIII|              staggering like a drunken man, descended the slope, and
274    XXXIX|          humiliation? Ah! had I been a man! All our guests have fled,
275    XXXIX|                befitting the wife of a man~ ~whose income amounts to
276       XL|                his vices, this haughty man possessed the characteristic
277      XLI|              wish to reply to the sick man’s questions, it was sufficient
278      XLI|              conduct truly heroic in a man whose dazzling offers she
279      XLI|           inspired in so truly great a man never once made her heart
280      XLI|              of the notary.~ ~He was a man of importance, this notary,
281      XLI|            understand that he, being a man of experience, had divined
282      XLI|               about to open, that this man who had loved her so much
283      XLI|               was the kind-hearted old man who had come to her relief.~ ~
284     XLII|            free.~ ~She belonged to the man whose name she bore like
285     XLII|             badge of servitude —to the man who hated her, who fled
286     XLII|               prisoner and to insult a man like me. Fortune, favor,
287     XLII|         crushed him.~ ~To think that a man as shrewd, as subtle-minded,
288     XLII|                and adroit as himself—a man who had passed through so
289     XLII|          services—to think that such a man should have been thus duped
290     XLII|             already had her eye upon a man whom she believed would
291     XLII|            money.~ ~But how had such a man chanced to cross the path
292     XLII|          tolerate the presence of this man, who was the object of universal
293     XLII|             his assistants:~ ~“Ah, the man is an old scoundrel!” he
294     XLII|        respectable people.”~ ~“He is a man who would serve your purpose,”
295     XLII|              do you call that terrible man?”~ ~“I wish to speak with
296     XLII|                  I must talk with this man,” she added.~ ~“You, Aunt
297     XLII|            asks trifling services of a man like me,” he said coarsely.~ ~“
298     XLII|      impossible that you have seen the man of whom you speak.”~ ~Who
299     XLII|                told me so—I am a dying man!”~ ~He fell back upon his
300     XLII|         prowling around, is the guilty man—Chupin.”~ ~“No, it could
301    XLIII|               shuddered like a wounded man on hearing the terrible
302    XLIII|             the life of this ambitious man.~ ~The marquis, who had
303     XLIV|                s aid, was an honorable man. His intellect was of a
304     XLIV|                 It was easy for such a man to read Marie-Anne’s character;
305     XLIV|               our father.”~ ~The young man’s face became livid; his
306     XLIV|                before attacking a good man if he was obliged to say
307     XLIV|              cannot strike this honest man, for though he die, his
308     XLIV|            which endure so long as the man lives.~ ~He took good care
309     XLIV|               what has become of me. A man like me struggles, triumphs,
310     XLIV|               his house.~ ~And yet the man whom she had chosen, the
311     XLIV|               concluded:~ ~“This young man,” said the priest, “has
312     XLIV|               sacrifice to an innocent man who has been ruined through
313     XLIV|              an arm-chair for the sick man, the abbe’s box of medicine,
314      XLV|             leading to the Borderie, a man laden with articles which
315      XLV|              the house. Soon after the man emerged without his burden
316     XLVI|         creaked beneath the tread of a man who was cautiously ascending
317     XLVI|                did not flee.~ ~But the man who had entered when she
318     XLVI|          defence.~ ~Vain precaution! A man concealed behind a tree
319     XLVI|        innkeeper!” groaned the wounded man, sinking to the earth.~ ~
320    XLVII|             his new home.~ ~The worthy man’s heart grew sad at the
321    XLVII|                He has with him a brave man—an old soldier who would
322    XLVII|           darted up the staircase.~ ~A man was kneeling beside Marie-Anne,
323    XLVII|                 With a bound the young man was on his feet, pale and
324    XLVII|             But when fate is against a man, what can he do? I came
325    XLVII|                 in short!”~ ~“Wretched man, what do you mean?”~ ~“What
326    XLVII|           manner of the grief-stricken man.~ ~“You are mad!” he said,
327    XLVII|               the track of the wounded man, the blood-stains left in
328    XLVII|              wife and sons of the dead man, armed with pickaxes and
329    XLVII|              Never had the unfortunate man seemed so cheerful; and
330    XLVII|              horrible than to see this man, upon whose life such a
331    XLVII|                word.~ ~The unfortunate man’s astonishment changed to
332    XLVII|               Courage!”~ ~The stricken man tottered as if about to
333    XLVII|               to an arm-chair.~ ~“Be a man,” continued the priest; “
334    XLVII|                  faltered the wretched man. “When Marie-Anne knew that
335    XLVII|               the mind of the stricken man. He understood the cause
336    XLVII|             But I know the name of the man who had me arrested at Turin,
337    XLVII|            room.~ ~“And you think that man can be guilty!” exclaimed
338   XLVIII|               vulnerable spot in every man’s heart.~ ~For there is
339   XLVIII|               heart.~ ~For there is no man so sceptical, so cold, or
340   XLVIII|                his sake.~ ~There is no man who is not moved by this
341   XLVIII|          verdict was rendered: “That a man known as Chupin, a notoriously
342     XLIX|             the search for the missing man was almost abandoned, when
343     XLIX|               conduct of this singular man had caused much comment.
344     XLIX|        neighborhood.~ ~“The poor young man has lost his reason!” was
345     XLIX|              few days.~ ~But the young man had not wanted for good
346     XLIX|             deemed himself a fortunate man, had it not been for his
347     XLIX|             thought. “If we only had a man like Chupin to set upon
348        L|                 escaped the justice of man. There remained the justice
349        L|            well that this heart-broken man had no love to give her,
350       LI|           execrated enemy, perhaps the man who had betrayed him, fastened
351       LI|              afraid to write me that a man, upon whom the conclusion
352       LI|                and said:~ ~“There is a man below who wishes to speak
353      LII|            delivered his message.~ ~“A man?” she asked, carelessly; “
354      LII|               asked, carelessly; “what man?”~ ~She was expecting no
355      LII|          servant. “He is quite a young man; is dressed like a peasant,
356      LII|             servant reappeared.~ ~“The man says Madame will understand
357      LII|             Then angrily:~ ~“Tell this man that I will not see him,
358      LII|                did he perish? Poor old man! he loved you devotedly.
359      LII|               of my father is the same man who attempted to assassinate
360      LII|               he were well paid.~ ~The man was really a miserable wretch,
361      LII|            thirty-four years of age, a man of medium height, of inoffensive
362      LII|                me the sum that the old man buried, and I will allow
363      LII|           thief, when one is an honest man, but I will bear it for
364      LII|             large sum of money to this man, whose family she had known,
365     LIII|             great house of Sairmeuse—a man upon whom destiny had apparently
366     LIII|           assistance.~ ~One morning, a man whose desperate appearance
367     LIII|                    Well!” demanded the man, harshly. “What reply shall
368     LIII|         shortly refused, and the young man departed without a word.~ ~
369     LIII|              One morning the body of a man literally hacked in pieces
370      LIV|            Otto. In intelligence, this man was decidedly superior to
371      LIV|                which so often decide a man’s destiny.~ ~He was returning
372      LIV|             across the open space.~ ~A man, by no means prepossessing
373      LIV|               Certainly,” answered the man.~ ~Had Martial been less
374      LIV|        malicious smile that curved the man’s lips; and had he examined
375      LIV|               as he had always been, a man of impulses.~ ~He rushed
376      LIV|                of those moments when a man obeys the dictates of passion
377      LIV|                recognized.~ ~And yet a man was watching them, and he
378      LIV|                quays; and, as he was a man who did perfectly whatever
379       LV|   circumstances, good or bad. He was a man of vast experience, and
380       LV|              the door was opened and a man was thrust into the same
381       LV|            thrust into the same cell—a man who staggered a few steps,
382       LV|          loudly. It was only a drunken man.~ ~But a gleam of hope illumined
383       LV|              heart, for in the drunken man he recognized Otto—disguised,
384       LV|               is an easy matter when a man has millions at his command.”~ ~“
385       LV|              this served no purpose. A man, who had seen a rival, or
386       LV|             wrong.~ ~Lecoq was not the man to sit down with folded
387       LV|            necessary.~ ~“Well, my good man,” he remarked to Father
388       LV|             retorted, in the tone of a man who knows what he is saying.~ ~
389       LV|              in his study with a young man,” replied the servant; “
390       LV|         confided him have made a noble man of him.~ ~If I restore him
391       LV|            messenger enter.”~ ~A large man, with a very florid complexion,