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  1        I|           pale, that those around him thought he was about to fall.~ ~
  2       II|               seemed to have lost all thought of his surroundings—all
  3       II|               a hundred pistoles,” he thought, “I would ask Father Barrois
  4       II|            was his god-mother; and he thought, if he attacked her adroitly,
  5       II|            master; he was, but no one thought the better of him on that
  6       II|            the evening before, he had thought himself the most unfortunate
  7       II|          himself and his daughter; he thought only of the dead woman,
  8      III|           exception to the rule.~ ~He thought, and nothing could be more
  9       IV|               touched.~ ~But the duke thought this grand act of honesty
 10        V|            through him. She had not a thought which did not belong to
 11        V|        Marquis de Sairmeuse.~ ~At the thought that a libertine’s caprice
 12        V|             with me.”~ ~M. d’Escorval thought it his duty to interfere.~ ~“
 13        V|               in a rug!’ Well, what I thought so comfortable for others,
 14       VI|              It was as d’Escorval had thought.~ ~“The same pitiful farce
 15      VII|            the bottom of all this, he thought.~ ~It was not long before
 16      VII|          minor importance.~ ~The duke thought it would be politic, and,
 17      VII|               a gift, M. de Sairmeuse thought to add the finishing touch
 18     VIII|             frozen with horror at the thought that her son might, perhaps,
 19     VIII|     illuminated.~ ~“She is there,” he thought, “in her virgin chamber.
 20     VIII|            she was weeping.~ ~At this thought poor Maurice was heartbroken.~ ~
 21     VIII|              bower, which he, even in thought, scarcely dared to penetrate.~ ~
 22       IX|           wildest resolutions?~ ~This thought made Maurice tremble. Connecting
 23       IX|        because I could not endure the thought of your anxiety. By doing
 24        X|            uttered?~ ~And even at the thought of such a contingency he
 25        X|           happen sooner or later,” he thought. “If Martial should marry,
 26        X|               lover she mistrusts. He thought he read in his eyes many
 27        X|             quarrel with Martial,” he thought, “he would take possession
 28        X|           Martial seemed engrossed in thought.~ ~“I think, Monsieur,”
 29       XI|            Maurice d’Escorval’s first thought was this:~ ~“How long has
 30       XI|          hand-to-hand struggle.~ ~The thought of Anne-Marie checked him.~ ~
 31       XI|              new demand to make.~ ~“I thought,” said he, “that all relations
 32       XI|               and your shame. Ah! you thought to degrade him, Messieurs
 33      XII|           like an eggshell, without a thought of my ancestors. Ah! does
 34      XII|         failures can be repaired,” he thought. “Occasions of meeting shall
 35      XII|              am in his house; and the thought is unendurable. So I have
 36      XII|              he exclaimed. “I had not thought of that. Here, you fellows,
 37     XIII|              Sairmeuse.~ ~The marquis thought that he had caused this
 38     XIII|              Martial shuddered at the thought of all the ridiculous and
 39     XIII|             of a bower of jasmine, he thought he could distinguish a white
 40     XIII|             how beautiful she is!” he thought. Beautiful? no. But pretty,
 41     XIII|             They know each other!” he thought.~ ~In an instant he was
 42     XIII|             she turned crimson at the thought of Martial’s impertinent
 43     XIII|              with rage.~ ~“What!” she thought; “they have met but once,
 44      XIV|               All these men are mad,” thought Martial, with difficulty
 45      XIV|               as rich.~ ~An absorbing thought—a thought of her future,
 46      XIV|                An absorbing thought—a thought of her future, and of her
 47      XIV|            her hand.~ ~“Besides,” she thought, smiling proudly, as she
 48      XIV|               remarked his pallor and thought he was ill.~ ~In fact, a
 49       XV|                Why will he not weep,” thought Mme. d’Escorval; “then I
 50       XV|            she rushed to meet him, he thought she was about to announce
 51      XVI|              s mind.~ ~“Good God!” he thought, “does this wretched man
 52      XVI|               suffered cruelly at the thought; but my refusal is none
 53      XVI|               dares to come here!” he thought. “How can it be that he
 54      XVI|       Sairmeuse family; that I had no thought of touching a hair of their
 55      XVI|             he pretended to doubt. He thought by retaining his own self-possession,
 56     XVII|            will be my son-in-law,” he thought.~ ~The marquis believed
 57     XVII|             me?” she murmured.~ ~This thought made her cold with terror.
 58     XVII|           been playing with fire,” he thought, stroking his chin caressingly; “
 59     XVII|                 So she confesses it!” thought Mlle. de Courtornieu, amazed
 60     XVII|              What dissimulation!” she thought. Then aloud, and with affected
 61     XVII|        Impudent, worthless creature!” thought Mlle. Blanche.~ ~Then, in
 62    XVIII|                  My poor Maurice,” he thought, “is heart-broken, but resigned.
 63    XVIII|              father is going out,” he thought, “it can only be to visit
 64    XVIII|          precipice fights against the thought of vertigo.”~ ~“Have you
 65    XVIII|             his head despondently. “I thought so myself, at first,” he
 66    XVIII|           reassure his father; but he thought exactly the opposite.~ ~“
 67    XVIII|              From that moment Maurice thought only of doing everything
 68      XIX|              of a shameless girl?” he thought.~ ~He was so incensed, that
 69      XIX|              I shall win her yet!” he thought.~ ~All the household were
 70     XXII|              and all the peasants who thought they had more or less reason
 71     XXII|             trembled with rage at the thought that she was at the mercy
 72     XXII|            advance of Lacheneur. They thought they had arrived in time.~ ~
 73     XXII|            first to enter is the only thought.~ ~Alas! at that very moment
 74    XXIII|        stupefying revelations and the thought that Martial, the heir of
 75    XXIII|               but, unfortunately, the thought never once occurred to the
 76    XXIII|      Lacheneur has been captured,” he thought; “if he should be condemned
 77     XXIV|              part of the baroness; he thought that sorrow and terror must
 78     XXIV|             commanded us this evening thought we were fighting. Look at
 79     XXIV|        exclaimed Maurice; “still this thought of death. You, who no longer——”~ ~
 80      XXV|       Marie-Anne’s future, and he now thought only of his father.~ ~Day
 81     XXVI|            replied, according as they thought his countenance good or
 82    XXVII|      expecting instant trial, had not thought of procuring a defender.~ ~
 83    XXVII|          giving free utterance to his thought, but the baron checked him.~ ~“
 84   XXVIII|             him all! Why did not this thought come to me sooner? We must
 85   XXVIII|            poor girl shuddered at the thought of seeing Chanlouineau again,
 86   XXVIII|             have broken my compact! I thought of doing so, but had not
 87     XXIX|          peasant has deceived me?” he thought.~ ~So strong was this suspicion
 88     XXIX|              can visit Chanlouineau,” thought he, “and to-morrow will
 89     XXIX|              pronounce upon him, have thought of me. Thank you, dearest
 90     XXIX|       Marie-Anne, if I wronged you in thought it was because I did not
 91     XXIX|              have injured you even in thought, I now offer you reparation.
 92     XXIX|              Who the devil would have thought the fellow so cunning to
 93     XXIX|              absolutely certain.~ ~So thought Martial.~ ~“I will confer
 94     XXIX|               He is sure of success,” thought Marie-Anne.~ ~“My plan is
 95      XXX|                  I am a lost man,” he thought. And confronting death calmly,
 96      XXX|      confronting death calmly, he now thought only of the danger that
 97      XXX|              this thin partition,” he thought.~ ~He trembled, then shrugged
 98      XXX|             son came to visit me,” he thought. “And I doubted their energy—
 99      XXX|                All is discovered!” he thought.~ ~The man whom M. d’Escorval
100      XXX|               I must be dreaming,” he thought.~ ~The new-comer uttered
101     XXXI|              his head. This frightful thought awakened in his breast the
102     XXXI|          gratify his own spite,” they thought, quivering with rage, “that
103     XXXI|               he could flee!~ ~He had thought that they might abandon
104     XXXI|            she gasped.~ ~Quicker than thought, Lacheneur and the peasant
105     XXXI|              of assassination.~ ~This thought tormented him so much that
106    XXXII|              fear? While doing so, he thought only of the success of his
107    XXXII|               his accomplices.”~ ~The thought that his memory would be
108    XXXII|             he had saved owed him, he thought, this slight token of gratitude.~ ~
109    XXXII|             light of the lanterns, he thought he saw Lacheneur, as pale
110    XXXII|          doubted his own eyesight. He thought it must be a vision born
111    XXXII|              is poking fun at me,” he thought; “and he and his father
112    XXXII|             had favored it.~ ~Martial thought he knew the details of the
113   XXXIII|           from her path?~ ~“Now,” she thought, “the marquis will return
114   XXXIII|          denotes a superior ability,” thought Martial, “I recognize the
115   XXXIII|               It is very strange,” he thought, “that Monsieur d’Escorval
116   XXXIII|             for what he had done,” he thought.~ ~If that was really the
117    XXXIV|             to drive away some gloomy thought.~ ~At the moment when his
118    XXXIV|               but loved him,” Martial thought, “what happiness would have
119     XXXV|             in his mind.~ ~“This,” he thought, “explains the noise which
120     XXXV|              it is a rat!’”~ ~Then he thought of a very simple method
121     XXXV|          forget M. d’Escorval. At the thought of him, he was smitten with
122     XXXV|               alone.~ ~He was lost in thought, and it was some time before
123     XXXV|                and a coverlid. He had thought of everything.~ ~The wounded
124    XXXVI|            until now she had not once thought of it.~ ~She raised herself
125    XXXVI|            reduced to beggary?~ ~“The thought has haunted me continually.
126    XXXVI|              forced to relinquish all thought of quitting Saliente, though
127    XXXVI|               soldier trembled at the thought that they might suspect
128   XXXVII|            not oppose their folly. He thought it all perfectly natural,
129  XXXVIII|             cut him to the quick,” he thought.~ ~When Martial seized him
130  XXXVIII|               astonished guests, Jean thought neither of his heavy shoes
131  XXXVIII|               rendered frantic by the thought that Marie-Anne despised
132  XXXVIII|             he in a husky voice. “The thought of Marie-Anne can no longer
133    XXXIX|             most assuredly—and at the thought a wild desire to wreak her
134       XL|           swearing.~ ~He had not even thought of going to bed.~ ~After
135       XL|             going to see Martial,” he thought.~ ~He was spared this trouble.
136       XL|               his dupe, that his next thought was:~ ~“What is to follow
137       XL|             and undoubted valor.~ ~He thought it perfectly natural, even
138       XL|            fight with Maurice; and he thought it a contemptible act to
139      XLI|        unworthy action? And still the thought of this grande passion which
140      XLI|           consolation.~ ~“Pestet!“ he thought, “she is in a hurry to get
141      XLI|             by that emotion, the bare thought of which had awakened the
142      XLI|         called upon him for aid,” she thought.~ ~She had no time to temporize
143     XLII|            Napoleon, and possibly had thought it necessary to make a display
144     XLII|             not deceived in him,” she thought; “he is the great diplomatist
145     XLII|           horror-stricken whenever he thought of the terrible threats
146     XLII|                  In his ignorance, he thought that the grand seigneur
147     XLII|          wrongs that I stopped you; I thought you would be glad to serve
148    XLIII|            will have my revenge,” she thought. “I would tear my heart
149    XLIII|               Self-consciousness, all thought of dignity, knowledge of
150     XLIV|           gushed to her eyes when she thought that his first smile would
151     XLIV|              of honor.~ ~And when she thought of her brother, her blood
152     XLIV|         Marie-Anne saw that tear. She thought she had conquered, and clapping
153     XLIV|             it to the flame, then the thought of her friends concealed
154     XLIV|             it. “For their sake,” she thought, “I must read it.” She broke
155     XLIV|         through her mind.~ ~“Ah!” she thought, “the Marquis de Sairmeuse
156     XLIV|              Heaven comes to my aid!” thought Marie-Anne as she walked
157     XLIV|            she walked homeward.~ ~She thought that she would no longer
158      XLV|         examine the rooms above,” she thought.~ ~The staircase led up
159      XLV|             exclaimed Blanche. “And I thought just now that all was too
160      XLV|              afterward.”~ ~A terrible thought made her pause. Martial
161      XLV|               the fact that her first thought was this:~ ~“I am ignorant
162      XLV|              it really be sugar?” she thought.~ ~Resolved to ascertain,
163      XLV|        Blanche shuddered. She had not thought of this circumstance.~ ~“
164      XLV|           does not drink it!” Blanche thought.~ ~Marie-Anne had, in fact,
165      XLV|           taste in the bouillon?” she thought.~ ~No; but it had grown
166      XLV|             she should come in here!” thought Blanche.~ ~The fear of punishment
167      XLV|           Blanche was left alone. The thought of making her escape occurred
168      XLV|               The poison! it begins!” thought Blanche.~ ~Marie-Anne stood
169     XLVI|           that death.~ ~She no longer thought of augmenting Marie-Anne’
170     XLVI|              Suddenly such a terrible thought pierced the stupor which
171     XLVI|           prostrate on the ground, he thought he was intoxicated, and
172    XLVII|               s heart grew sad at the thought of the departure of these
173    XLVII|                 M. d’Escorval had not thought of the moment of parting.~ ~
174    XLVII|             should have heard of it,” thought the priest. “He has with
175    XLVII|               What can this mean?” he thought.~ ~There was no light in
176    XLVII|              I will reason with him,” thought the abbe; then, turning
177    XLVII|                 When daylight comes,” thought the abbe, “I will look outside.”~ ~
178    XLVII|               going upstairs, when he thought he heard the sound of voices
179    XLVII|               that was exactly what I thought,” said the old soldier,
180    XLVII|             will lose his reason!” he thought.~ ~And in an imperious voice,
181    XLVII|              cheeks.~ ~“He is saved!” thought the abbe, whose heart bled
182   XLVIII|                For she is so stupid!” thought Blanche.~ ~She felt that
183   XLVIII|              jealous of Marie-Anne. I thought she was Martial’s mistress.
184   XLVIII|               What an iron will!” she thought.~ ~But in her bewilderment
185   XLVIII|       discovered!” this was her first thought. That alone would have brought
186   XLVIII|            was most disquieted by the thought of her peril, a sudden inspiration
187   XLVIII|               to her lip.~ ~“Ah!” she thought, “my agitation will seem
188   XLVIII|             he had conferred, but the thought of doing so never once occurred
189   XLVIII|               is not pleased with the thought that a woman is dying for
190   XLVIII|              She really loves me,” he thought; “that pallor, that weakness
191     XLIX|             their uses after all,” he thought. “If we only had a man like
192        L|              she lived, would he have thought of me. His emotion on seeing
193        L|           evident; at least, everyone thought so. Twenty persons had heard
194        L|              A few weeks before, this thought of “the justice of God”
195        L|         shrugged her shoulders at the thought of Marie-Anne’s dying threats.~ ~
196        L|             sure to discover it,” she thought.~ ~But she was to realize
197        L|           terrible memories, when she thought she heard the key turn in
198        L|          light of her night-lamp, she thought she saw the door open slowly
199        L|            over, I shall forget,” she thought.~ ~It ended, but she did
200       LI|           more sarcastic manner.~ ~“I thought—I wondered—if you would
201       LI|        woollen dresses. Have you ever thought of giving me the pleasure
202       LI|             to keep on the qui vive,” thought the humble relative. “God
203       LI|      Marie-Anne.”~ ~Perhaps a similar thought flitted through the mind
204       LI|             perfidious creature,” she thought. “I am no longer my own
205       LI|            danger.~ ~“With this,” she thought, “I can at any moment enrich
206      LII|             him by the young lady, he thought:~ ~“What an eye! what a
207      LII|       followed them.~ ~“For once,” he thought, “I believe that fortune
208     LIII|             Did she hope to overpower thought by excessive fatigue?~ ~
209     LIII|                It was impossible, she thought, to sink lower than this.~ ~“
210     LIII|               I shall soon know,” she thought.~ ~The widow promptly made
211     LIII|              humility is a mask,” she thought, “or her husband has told
212     LIII|               I shall be ruined,” she thought. “I shall be obliged to
213     LIII|          Sairmeuse had done, when she thought of the fatality which had
214     LIII|               My turn will come!” she thought.~ ~The Baron and the Baroness
215     LIII|           could tell me, perhaps,” he thought. “I must pretend to be reconciled
216     LIII|               she is in my power!” he thought exultantly. “Through what
217      LIV|               his unceasing activity, thought him actuated by an insatiable
218      LIV|            momentous questions,” they thought. “Who can tell what important
219      LIV|            queen, and he sighed.~ ~He thought of her who was dead—Marie-Anne—
220      LIV|               is almost a crime.~ ~So thought Martial; and he, the great
221      LIV|         Lacheneur is still alive,” he thought, “how much he would enjoy
222      LIV|               age is approaching,” he thought. “If I have not a beloved
223      LIV|             that she has a lover?” he thought.~ ~Then reflecting on his
224      LIV|        dressed in such a fashion?” he thought.~ ~Had he been on foot he
225      LIV|             himself.~ ~“Nonsense!” he thought, giving the reins to his
226      LIV|              her I shall know it,” he thought.~ ~It was indispensable
227      LIV| indiscriminately. He gloated over the thought of a trial in which the
228      LIV|               But he will not go in,” thought Lacheneur, whose heart throbbed
229      LIV|           returning.~ ~“No folly,” he thought, “if I question her, I shall
230      LIV|           evidently following me,” he thought.~ ~And he started across
231      LIV|             all may yet be saved,” he thought.~ ~He obtained the wished-for
232       LV|           would afford them!~ ~At the thought of this ineffaceable stain
233       LV|               It is the only way!” he thought.~ ~He was endeavoring to
234       LV|           this he was right.~ ~But he thought himself forever beyond the
235       LV|               he could not endure the thought that he would not be allowed
236       LV|        Segmuller will believe me,” he thought. “But will he dare to take
237       LV|           give their testimony, Lecoq thought of Mme. Milner, the owner