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  1        I|             with foam.~ ~“Ah! it is Father Chupin,” murmured one of
  2        I|            disclosed the reputation Father Chupin enjoyed among his
  3        I|             knew this; and yet when Father Chupin was pursued and captured,
  4        I|            toward him.~ ~“Ah, well, Father Chupin!” they cried, as
  5        I|          pale cheeks and set teeth, Father Chupin preserved the subdued
  6        I|            face, who, perhaps, read Father Chupin’s secret heart, brusquely
  7        I|           did not tell me,” replied Father Chupin; “but one need not
  8        I|          yield two crops; from you, Father Gauchais, the ground upon
  9        I|             man who had interrupted Father Chupin twice already.~ ~“
 10        I|           It was waste land when my father bought it— covered with
 11        I|      ourselves.”~ ~For some moments Father Chupin had been studying,
 12        I|             are about it,” rejoined Father Chupin. “Where does Monsieur
 13        I|             wife if this is not so, Father Chupin.”~ ~Undoubtedly the
 14        I|          his appeal to selfishness, Father Chupin appealed to envy.
 15        I|             leaning upon his arm.~ ~Father Chupin walked straight toward
 16        I|             a singular spectacle.~ ~Father Chupin had gathered his
 17       II|            he thought, “I would ask Father Barrois for the hand of
 18       II|             had Marie-Anne seen her father in such a mood; and she
 19       II|            she was wondering if her father had become insane.~ ~It
 20       II|             what was passing in her father’s mind? She wished to know;
 21       II|             seated, she went to her father’s side.~ ~“Are you ill,
 22       II|             s side.~ ~“Are you ill, father?” she asked, in her sweet
 23       II|            times.~ ~“Ah, well, dear father,” said she, “what does that
 24       II|         this gold was not yours, my father? To whom did it belong?
 25       II|         generous indignation.~ ~“My father!” she exclaimed; “oh! my
 26       II|              she exclaimed; “oh! my father!”~ ~Then, in a calmer tone,
 27       II|            nor haggle with duty, my father. I think, however, that
 28       II|            shall not be!”~ ~“Oh, my father!”~ ~“No! this shall not
 29       II|           what you say proves true, father,” she murmured, in an altered
 30       II|         owner?”~ ~“Honor speaks, my father.”~ ~M. Lacheneur made the
 31       II|              I shall say to myself, father, that honest poverty is
 32       II|             said the young man, “my father sends me to inform you that
 33      III|       peasants?” he inquired of his father. “Do they have the appearance
 34      III|         Though less robust than his father, Martial was a no less distinguished-looking
 35      III|           from his mother.~ ~To his father he owed energy, courage,
 36      III|         intellect. If he shared his father’s prejudices, he had not
 37      III|            them carefully. What the father might do in a moment of
 38       IV|            closer observer than his father, had noticed that the priest’
 39       IV|       Marie-Anne was as pale as her father, but her attitude and the
 40       IV|           me the honor——”~ ~But the father and the daughter both refused
 41       IV|       disgusted, made a sign to his father, which the latter did not
 42       IV|            she had said enough; her father felt that he was avenged.~ ~
 43       IV|            be your advocate with my father—”~ ~“Mademoiselle Lacheneur
 44       IV|            Martial, remembering his father, yielded.~ ~“We shall meet
 45        V|     patrimony bequeathed him by his father: a property which yielded
 46        V|          has happened to him!” both father and mother were thinking.~ ~
 47        V|          his usual deference to his father’s wishes.~ ~“This evening,”
 48        V|         leaning upon the arm of her father.~ ~Young d’Escorval followed
 49        V|       phrase which he had heard his father repeat a thousand times:~ ~“
 50        V|             that Marie-Anne and her father had left him. He saw them
 51        V|           We are just going to your father’s house,” was the response
 52        V|            for these insults to the father of the girl Maurice loved.~ ~
 53        V|    ineffable satisfaction.~ ~“If my father had not returned it,” murmured
 54        V|           obstinate Marie-Anne, “my father would have been an unfaithful
 55        V|       designed it as a home for old Father Guvat and his wife. And
 56       VI|         looked questioningly at his father.~ ~The baron’s face was
 57       VI|             I have not consulted my father, sir; but I know his affection
 58       VI|                He sprang toward his father, and seizing his hands,
 59       VI|           looked imploringly at her father.~ ~“It cannot be,” repeated
 60       VI|              If you will permit me, father,” ventured Maurice, “I will
 61       VI|            rushing to the door, his father stopped him.~ ~“Wait,” said
 62      VII|          arm to the daughter of his father’s friend; and they took
 63     VIII|           my name after that of her father, imploring God’s blessing
 64     VIII|      nothing to them. But while her father was so rich he did not dare
 65       IX|         doing so I have betrayed my father’s confidence— he was obliged
 66       IX|            find a way to touch your father’s heart.”~ ~She blushed
 67       IX|            have thrown myself at my father’s feet; he repulsed me.”~ ~
 68       IX|          now with the reasons of my father’s refusal; and though his
 69       IX|            it. Do not go to find my father. If, moved by your prayers,
 70       IX|         between Chanlouineau and my father, I have not been consulted?
 71       IX|      misfortune is crushing my poor father to the earth, shall I add
 72       IX|        cowardly of creatures! If my father, yesterday, when I believed
 73       IX|         chateau of a rich and happy father, one cannot consent to desert
 74        X|      removing his property from his father’s control; but he might
 75        X|        would have believed that his father adored him. But if he had
 76        X|         relations were not those of father and son. One was in constant
 77       XI|            the Duc de Sairmeuse, my father.”~ ~Knowing what he did,
 78       XI|            A true gentleman like my father, and a hero of probity like
 79       XI|        began.~ ~He continued:~ ~“My father is an old man who has suffered
 80       XI|         succeeded in prejudicing my father against him.”~ ~One would
 81       XI|             contradiction drives my father to the verge of frenzy.
 82       XI|        faltered, “in the name of my father—”~ ~“Oh! do not thank me,”
 83       XI|              continued Maurice. “My father yesterday had the honor
 84       XI|          house, instantly——”~ ~“But father——”~ ~“Return!” he repeated
 85       XI|          instance of the duke, your father, who is anxious for you
 86       XI|           seeking me,” said he. “My father knows very well where he
 87       XI|              began to repeat to the father the story which he had just
 88       XI|       According to his version, his father and himself were in despair.
 89      XII|            at first. He went to his father, and after saluting him
 90      XII|            it was too late. Had his father’s project been executed,
 91     XIII|          containing Martial and his father turned from the public highway
 92     XIII|            legalized, I can make my father do anything I wish; yes,
 93     XIII|          duke, “let us speak of the father. He is one of my strongest
 94     XIII|          only a Jacobin.”~ ~“Oh! my father!”~ ~“Really, nothing could
 95     XIII|            obliged to hear; and his father’s recommendation occurred
 96     XIII|            the hall, he allowed his father and the marquis to go upstairs
 97     XIII|             it was only because her father had told her that this young
 98     XIII|      Monsieur le Marquis, since her father was the guardian of Sairmeuse?”~ ~“
 99     XIII|          become of her? Here is her father, reduced to delving in the
100     XIII|        exaggerate, Mademoiselle; my father will always preserve Lacheneur
101     XIII|             like a thunder-bolt. My father and I had~ become too much
102     XIII|         believed, a man who, as her father had said, would rise to
103     XIII|            on up there. If I ask my father, he will laugh at my curiosity,
104     XIII|             man who had treated her father so cruelly.~ ~“The duke
105      XIV|           since they were below her father in rank, and most of them
106      XIV|          others.~ ~She had seen her father besieged by so many suitors
107       XV|            more than usual; and his father noticed, without alluding
108       XV|             Then he confided to his father all that had taken place
109       XV|          you quite sure,” asked his father, “that you correctly understood
110       XV|            she tell you that if her father gave his consent to your
111      XVI|          wresting from Marie-Anne’s father the secret of his inexplicable
112      XVI|           him that you approve your father’s decision!”~ ~“I told him
113      XVI|         friend? It may be that your father, in his despair, has adopted
114      XVI|            remain inflexible when a father entreats you on his knees—
115      XVI|         entreats you on his knees—a father who says to you: ‘Marie-Anne,
116      XVI|           nothing you can say to my father. Why do you seek to impair
117      XVI|           refuses, you, who are his father, must command him to do
118      XVI|         almost to cunning.~ ~As his father presented him, he bowed
119      XVI|           degrading themselves.”~ ~“Father,” interrupted the young
120      XVI|         interrupted the young man; “father, wait, at least, until we
121      XVI|           Ah! I was a poor, foolish father! The friend who carried
122      XVI|            a crime to deceive one’s father and to affect virtues which
123      XVI|            angry, but he feared his father.~ ~“Twenty thousand francs!”
124      XVI|     appeared upon the threshold.~ ~“Father,” said she, “here is the
125     XVII|         please Mlle. Blanche.~ ~Her father presented some suitor; she
126     XVII|            she disappointed all her father’s hopes by rejecting him.~ ~“
127     XVII|             her, she encouraged her father in his efforts. He was beginning
128     XVII|           alone, without giving her father time to seat himself, Mlle.
129     XVII|               You know my decision, father,” she faltered, in an almost
130     XVII|        haste!” he repeated.~ ~“Yes, father. I have fears.”~ ~“What
131     XVII|             as soon as she left her father, she obliged Aunt Medea
132     XVII|             Yes, my darling; and my father has given it to him. It
133     XVII|       herself face to face with her father.~ ~Lacheneur’s face was
134     XVII|         door, “and—I heard all.”~ ~“Father!”~ ~“What! would you try
135    XVIII|           imparts.~ ~Not one of his father’s movements escaped his
136    XVIII|        grate upon its hinges.~ ~“My father is going out,” he said to
137    XVIII|           his conjectures.~ ~“If my father is going out,” he thought, “
138    XVIII|          intending to watch for his father’s return; by doing so, he
139    XVIII|            baron returned.~ ~By his father’s dejected manner he plainly
140    XVIII|           he wished to speak to his father. M. d’Escorval promptly
141    XVIII|           Have you seen Marie-Anne, father? Have you spoken to her?”~ ~“
142    XVIII|           explanation.”~ ~“And you, father, with all your knowledge
143    XVIII|           he wished to reassure his father; but he thought exactly
144    XVIII|           rap.~ ~Marie-Anne and her father were kneeling on the hearth,
145    XVIII|          your side.”~ ~“Oh! refuse, father!” exclaimed Marie-Anne; “
146    XVIII|         acting.” She waited for her father’s decision.~ ~“If I should
147    XVIII|           man whom they love, be he father, brother, or lover. She
148    XVIII|            child, Maurice; and your father is my friend.”~ ~“What of
149    XVIII|            you are endangering your father’s life——”~ ~But Maurice
150    XVIII|             me, I will return to my father’s house, and with this gun
151    XVIII|            Marie-Anne turned to her father with clasped hands and a
152    XVIII|           skiff. I will persuade my father to have it repaired.”~ ~“
153    XVIII|           is a painful avowal for a father; but I have no confidence
154      XIX|            Lacheneur’s house.~ ~His father concluded that his ill-humor
155      XIX|              Marquis,” remarked his father one day, “Chupin tells me
156      XIX|             her wishes were for her father’s success.~ ~Maurice and
157      XXI|          gathered there awaiting my father’s commands. Would you have
158      XXI|            madness of her lover and father, even if she did not share
159      XXI|             Do not try to detain my father, gentlemen; each moment
160      XXI|                 I must follow them, father.”~ ~“I forbid it.”~ ~“Alas!
161      XXI|              I forbid it.”~ ~“Alas! father, I cannot obey you. I have
162      XXI|           should not break my word, father.”~ ~“And your mother, Maurice,
163      XXI|           and traitor. Farewell! my father.”~ ~M. d’Escorval appreciated
164     XXII|            to Montaignac. Since her father had taken up his abode in
165     XXII|             she decided to make her father her confidant; and she wrote
166     XXII|            coming.~ ~She wished her father to compel Lacheneur to leave
167     XXII|         said he; “she will warn her father. We must keep her as a hostage;
168    XXIII|           hers. Lacheneur was a bad father. There was a day when I
169    XXIII|         clinging to the neck of her father’s horse. He took her in
170     XXIV|          from head to foot.~ ~“Your father, Maurice!” she exclaimed,
171     XXIV|            stifled voice; “and your father!”~ ~The effect was terrible.
172     XXIV|                Ah! I have killed my father!” he exclaimed.~ ~“Unhappy
173     XXIV|          him, and he pursued:~ ~“My father was ignorant even of the
174     XXIV|            the only way to save the father.”~ ~A violent peal of the
175     XXIV|            The Baron d’Escorval, my father, who is absent,” replied
176     XXIV|          this family?”~ ~“Three; my father, my mother—ill at this moment—
177     XXIV|           of the fireside while his father was leading the peasants
178     XXIV|         learn what has become of my father and my brother, and share
179     XXIV|            in my attempt to save my father. She will be your daughter
180      XXV|             now thought only of his father.~ ~Day was breaking; he
181      XXV|            God? The failure of your father’s scheme sets you free!”~ ~“
182      XXV|           succeed. I will save your father, and mine—I will save your
183      XXV|          guilt, you could save your father, I should tell you to deliver
184      XXV|           would only implicate your father still more. You would be
185      XXV|          that you have done to your father. When the trial comes, you
186      XXV|          know what has become of my father!” he exclaimed.~ ~“The Baron
187      XXV|    exclaimed Maurice, “Marie-Anne’s father has escaped! He had a good
188      XXV|           and her sufferings to her father; and she made him swear
189     XXVI|             to be present when your father is examined.”~ ~Ah! what
190    XXVII|             He intends to save your father. How, I cannot understand.”~ ~
191    XXVII| Chanlouineau. I alone am guilty; my father is innocent!”~ ~But fortunately
192    XXVII|           say to him that his dying father commands him to live; he
193   XXVIII|            acts had fallen upon his father. He, the culprit, would
194   XXVIII|        would live, and his innocent father would perish on the guillotine.
195   XXVIII|      Lacheneur’s daughter, knew her father’s hiding-place. She had,
196   XXVIII|            obtain the secret of her father’s place of concealment.
197   XXVIII|             to each other; and your father made me as insane, yes,
198   XXVIII|            from the Sairmeuse, your father resolved to revenge himself
199   XXVIII|       compact that bound me to your father was made.~ ~“‘You love my
200   XXVIII|             terrible part which her father had imposed upon her, and
201   XXVIII|             d’Escorval?”~ ~“Yes—the father of—Maurice!”~ ~His voice
202   XXVIII|        Croix d’Arcy, and after your father had left us to ride on in
203   XXVIII|          account! After reducing my father, who has just given you
204   XXVIII|         slowly:~ ~“Marie-Anne, your father and I have misjudged your
205   XXVIII|        remember; he was one of your father’s tenants. He took Jean,
206     XXIX|            to give you news of your father.”~ ~Marie-Anne was so overcome
207     XXIX|        reassured. We will save your father, I promise you—I swear it.
208     XXIX|         surging in his heart.~ ~“My father has not been arrested,”
209     XXIX|             silence? Do you fear my father’s opposition? You need not.
210     XXIX|      hesitate?” he continued. “Your father and brother are pursued,
211     XXIX|       mistress,” she stammered; “my father commanded and threatened,
212     XXIX|       lowering his voice:~ ~“If the father is innocent,” he whispered, “
213     XXIX|          you.”~ ~At a sign from his father, Martial left the room.~ ~“
214     XXIX|        elder d’Escorval, or by your father.”~ ~“You are mistaken, Monsieur;
215     XXIX|      explain what is required of my father in exchange for this letter?”~ ~“
216     XXIX|        silence; then turning to his father, he said:~ ~“One can always
217     XXIX|            and until ten o’clock my father can visit the citadel without
218     XXIX|  indispensable.”~ ~He turned to his father, and brusquely asked: “Have
219     XXIX|             his memory; “Bavois. My father will find some pretext for
220     XXIX|           in order to be nearer his father.~ ~“I suppose,” he continued, “
221     XXIX|             with the citadel as his father, was obliged to reflect
222     XXIX|        which always exasperated his father.~ ~“He is sure of success,”
223      XXX|       person of my acquaintance, my father and I will be obliged to
224      XXX|              No. That is because my father has, at my solicitation,
225      XXX|          gayly:~ ~“But let us go—my father cannot harangue those soldiers
226     XXXI|         Mlle. Lacheneur news of her father.~ ~He said that his son-in-law
227    XXXII|            in order to frighten his father; but in reality he considered
228    XXXII|           was necessary to make his father his dupe. That was an easy
229    XXXII|            thought; “and he and his father and that prig deserve—but
230    XXXII|       accident,” he remarked to his father and to the marquis; “but
231    XXXII|           looked searchingly at his father.~ ~“I suppose, Monsieur,
232   XXXIII|           her “humiliations” to her father, i.e., the inconceivable
233   XXXIII|         pursued. “Then why did your father propose it? The shame should
234   XXXIII|         done?~ ~Martial desired his father to resign his authority;
235    XXXIV|             seen at the time of her father’s execution? Courageous
236    XXXIV|          made no attempt to see her father, it must have been because
237    XXXIV|          recognized.~ ~“Where is my father?” he demanded, in a husky
238    XXXIV|     Courtornieu, and addressing his father:~ ~“Listen to this letter,”
239    XXXIV|         been previously cut, and my father was~ precipitated to the
240     XXXV|             haste and carry away my father?” he asked. “Must we not
241     XXXV|           from the stable.~ ~It was Father Poignot.~ ~“What! is this
242     XXXV|           answer.~ ~“They told me,” Father Poignot continued, “that
243     XXXV|             Escorval reposing under Father Poignot’s roof in comparative
244     XXXV|              who had just saved his father’s life, depart. Now he was
245     XXXV|             was agreed between your father and myself! So do not hurry,
246    XXXVI|         leaving the church with her father, she heard of the arrival
247    XXXVI|      succeed; and I understand your father~ ~well enough to know that
248    XXXVI|            to send you news of your father.”~ ~So it was toward Turin
249    XXXVI|          always been famous.”~ ~“My father has been put to death!”
250    XXXVI|      fugitives at nightfall reached Father Poignot’s house.~ ~Maurice
251   XXXVII|          you, and through you, your father has nearly died? Are you
252   XXXVII|            he asked only to see his father and to embrace his mother.~ ~
253   XXXVII|             emotion might kill your father,” he declared; “and to tell
254   XXXVII|             cannot even embrace the father who has been traitorously
255  XXXVIII|             avoid another scene. My father and —my wife will be seeking
256  XXXVIII|      Sairmeuse. And this man is the father of the young girl whom I
257  XXXVIII|            in exchange for which my father assisted in the baron’s
258  XXXVIII|          that you and yours sent my father to the scaffold! How have
259  XXXVIII|            with his young wife, his father, and the Marquis de Courtornieu.
260  XXXVIII|            to Sairmeuse. One to his father, the other to his wife.~ ~
261    XXXIX|             she had been in her own father’s house, and not at Sairmeuse.~ ~
262    XXXIX|          and Blanche approached her father, who still seemed to be
263    XXXIX|            most peremptory tone:~ ~“Father! father!”~ ~This voice,
264    XXXIX|         peremptory tone:~ ~“Father! father!”~ ~This voice, which had
265    XXXIX|              Martial is my husband, father.”~ ~“And you!—after what
266    XXXIX|         satisfaction.~ ~“You heard, father,” continued Blanche, “the
267    XXXIX|          the gleam of malice in her father’s eye. He was thinking that
268    XXXIX|         allow the duke, or even her father, to enter.~ ~In the evening,
269    XXXIX|              sent by Martial to his father, the other, to his wife.~ ~
270       XL|      entreaties for admittance. Her father had been put to bed, and
271       XL|              Adieu!”~ ~She took her father’s arm, and they were about
272      XLI|        scene at the chateau reached Father Poignot’s farm-house that
273      XLI|        events of the evening to his father’s guests.~ ~“It is inconceivable!”
274      XLI|      detained them.~ ~That same day Father Poignot informed the abbe
275      XLI|          bedside.~ ~Soon afterward, Father Poignot, on returning from
276      XLI|     ascendancy over the mind of his father.~ ~“And it is for your sake,”
277      XLI|    betraying their whereabouts, and Father Poignot’s little store was
278      XLI|           times a week you can meet Father Poignot there. And, in the
279      XLI|              So it was decided that Father Poignot should accompany
280      XLI|           to yield to her feelings. Father Poignot was doubtless, even
281     XLII|          she said to her despondent father; “try to imitate me.”~ ~
282     XLII|    vengeance; and she had found her father quite ready to assist her
283     XLII|              For the first time the father and the daughter were in
284     XLII|             At his age to outwit my father, an old politician of such
285     XLII|         prevented it by calling:~ ~“Father Chupin!”~ ~He hesitated
286     XLII|        around him.~ ~“Well, my good Father Chupin, what sort of sport
287     XLII|    everywhere for three hours. Your father, monsieur le marquis—mon
288     XLII|            been summoned.”~ ~“Is my father dead?”~ ~“No, Mademoiselle,
289     XLII|           nor impressionable.~ ~“My father!” she faltered. “Good heavens!
290     XLII|       roughly:~ ~“Control yourself, father. You are the victim of an
291     XLII|             of mind. Turning to her father’s valet, she said:~ ~“It
292     XLII|          has attempted to injure my father?”~ ~“I beg your pardon,
293     XLII|         attempted to assassinate my father,” she murmured, “and this
294     XLII|       little to Blanche whether her father recovered or died, but she
295     XLII|     delicate attentions upon a sick father. It was impossible to induce
296     XLII|            and after intrusting her father to the care of Aunt Medea,
297    XLIII|        Lacheneur’s attempt upon her father’s life seemed to justify
298    XLIII|           schemes of vengeance. Her father no longer required her care.
299    XLIII|           had his bullet pierced my father’s heart. It is a revenge
300    XLIII|            What game is he hunting? Father Chupin, of course. On the
301    XLIII|          are more cunning than you, Father Chupin.”~ ~“Cunning—and
302     XLIV|            idea which had lured her father on to destruction—the idea
303     XLIV|             murmured, “remember our father.”~ ~The young man’s face
304     XLIV|            is because I remember my father that justice shall be done.
305     XLIV|          when you see me again, our father will be avenged!”~ ~She
306     XLIV|            her friends concealed at Father Poignot’s farm made her
307     XLIV|            whom she had chosen, the father of her child, Maurice d’
308     XLIV|             to the rendezvous where Father Poignot usually awaited
309     XLIV|            been ruined through your father.”~ ~He explained to her
310     XLIV|            Maurice, my husband, the father of my child?”~ ~Her voice
311      XLV|              All this is very well, Father Chupin,” she said, dryly, “
312     XLVI|             imposed upon her by her father, and how she, herself, had
313     XLVI|         that which had stricken her father—was developing itself in
314     XLVI|       opened the door.~ ~Seeing his father prostrate on the ground,
315    XLVII|            a six months’ sojourn in Father Poignot’s secluded farm-house,
316    XLVII|           We shall all have one.”~ ~Father Poignot himself was busily
317    XLVII|            which nothing can repay, Father Poignot,” he said, with
318    XLVII|           boy, take me back to your father’s house.”~ ~Mme. d’Escorval
319    XLVII|          richer reward than did the father’s. Chupin has been the vile
320    XLVII|      demanded the widow, rudely.~ ~“Father Chupin.”~ ~“You can see
321    XLVII|         vile wretch who betrayed my father should perish by my hand,”
322    XLVII|           after I told him that his father was safe, his first words
323    XLVII|         able to communicate with my father or with Marie-Anne. But
324    XLVII|             more about the past. My father is well again, that is the
325    XLVII|             in a stifled voice. “My father is safe, is he not? You
326    XLVII|         binds my hands by saving my father!” exclaimed Maurice.~ ~From
327   XLVIII|           search for them among her father’s papers.~ ~This was why
328   XLVIII|           me in my rupture with her father exist no longer, and the
329     XLIX|            had confessed all to his father, and confided his secret
330        L|           the missing child.~ ~“The father will be sure to discover
331       LI|        remain to watch over my poor father. You will be happy and contented
332       LI|          and coin, belonging to her father.~ ~This sum represented
333      LII|           of your meetings with his father! Blessed Jesus! what if
334      LII|             been unable to find his father’s hidden treasure, and that
335      LII|           heavy debt to my deceased father. In whose service did he
336      LII|            doubted the truth of his father’s story.~ ~The courage and
337      LII|           remark her emotion.~ ~“My father is dead, Blanche,” he replied.~ ~“
338      LII|             was there where my poor father was nearly murdered.”~ ~“
339      LII|         Martial’s affection for his father had not been very deep,
340      LII|             was well aware that his father had but little love for
341      LII|        deceived. The murderer of my father is the same man who attempted
342      LII|   remembered that she had heard her father speak of a detective by
343      LII|          him of having stolen their father’s hoard, and demanding his
344      LII|       coldblooded perversity of his father, this wretch had inherited
345     LIII|        miserable traitor, up to her father, the Marquis de Courtornieu,
346     LIII|          the wretch who betrayed my father.”~ ~But the traitor’s children
347     LIII|             that crime in which his father had been only an accomplice.”~ ~
348       LV|         defeat.~ ~Before he went to Father Tabaret, he was beginning
349       LV|           good man,” he remarked to Father Absinthe, who was trotting
350       LV|         reflections sotto voce; and Father Absinthe’s curiosity was
351       LV|          and who gave it to her?”~ ~Father Absinthe began to grow impatient.~ ~“
352       LV|          entered the wine-shop, and Father Absinthe had scarcely had