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  1        I|           wine is left in France!” he exclaimed.~ ~As he said this he shook
  2        I|          Montaignac matter to us?” he exclaimed. “Let him remain at the
  3        I|               Claim the Borderie!” he exclaimed, with even greater violence; “
  4        I|              Escorval.”~ ~“Yes, yes!” exclaimed the peasants; “let us go
  5        I|        prudence.~ ~“What of that?” he exclaimed. “If Monsieur d’Escorval
  6        I|              before you are hurt,” he exclaimed, in an ironical tone. “Who
  7        I|              Not a word against her!” exclaimed Chanlouineau; “if she were
  8       II|           must renounce all this!” he exclaimed, at last.~ ~These words
  9       II|       indignation.~ ~“My father!” she exclaimed; “oh! my father!”~ ~Then,
 10       II|              his soul.~ ~“Return!” he exclaimed. “What shall I return? That
 11       II|             hands.~ ~“Implacable!” he exclaimed; “she is implacable. Unfortunate
 12       II|             am just as obstinate,” he exclaimed—“if I keep the property —
 13      III|                   I recognize it!” he exclaimed, with a delight that made
 14      III|               hear that, Marquis?” he exclaimed.~ ~And pleased by these
 15      III|        amazingly.”~ ~“Blessed Jesus!” exclaimed the old housekeeper, in
 16      III|              the passage.~ ~“Ah!” she exclaimed, “here is Monsieur le Cure
 17      III|            wildly with the other, she exclaimed, pointing to her master:~ ~“
 18       IV|            from his chair.~ ~“Ah!” he exclaimed, “it is the rascal who has
 19       IV|      something like a sense of shame, exclaimed:~ ~“Monsieur le Duc! Oh,
 20        V|               what has happened!” she exclaimed.~ ~With a gesture expressive
 21        V|               Monsieur Lacheneur!” he exclaimed.~ ~“Oh——”~ ~“No, this shall
 22       VI|               my daughter.”~ ~“What!” exclaimed the baron, in utter astonishment; “
 23       VI|           ruin my life, Monsieur?” he exclaimed; “to ruin our life; for
 24       VI|               it will kill my child!” exclaimed the baroness.~ ~M. Lacheneur
 25       VI|                  It is Chanlouineau!” exclaimed M. Lacheneur.~ ~“The owner
 26      VII|             square.~ ~“Ah, well—yes,” exclaimed the duke, rising; “yes,
 27      VII|          peasants.~ ~“My friends,” he exclaimed, in a loud voice, “I renounce,
 28     VIII|             Monsieur Lacheneur!” they exclaimed in chorus. “How absurd!
 29       IX|              Forget you, Marie-Anne!” exclaimed the wretched young man, “
 30       IX|              how to speak to him!” he exclaimed in a passion of fury; “but
 31       IX|           whom he loved so deeply, he exclaimed:~ ~“Is it for Chanlouineau,
 32       IX|               it.~ ~“We must fly!” he exclaimed: “fly at once without pausing
 33        X|          Nonsense!” people would have exclaimed, “everyone knows that the
 34        X|           went mad.~ ~“What am I?” he exclaimed, foaming with rage. “A mere
 35        X|               Decidedly, Marquis,” he exclaimed, “this Lacheneur was not
 36        X|           anger.~ ~“An indemnity!” he exclaimed. “Are you mad, Marquis?
 37        X|                  Heavenly powers!” he exclaimed; “a hundred thousand francs!
 38        X|    recollection.~ ~“I understand!” he exclaimed; “I understand. He has a
 39       XI|            clinched.~ ~“Good God!” he exclaimed; “prove that, and I am yours,
 40      XII|              agitated him?~ ~“Ah!” he exclaimed, “she shall be mine. Yes,
 41      XII|     astonished.~ ~“Consideration!” he exclaimed. “This rascal has a right
 42      XII|          turned green.~ ~“Zounds!” he exclaimed. “I had not thought of that.
 43     XIII|           Really, you delight me!” he exclaimed. “I feared that this love-affair
 44      XVI|                  But this is absurd!” exclaimed M. d’Escorval. “People can
 45      XVI|          friends?”~ ~“You, Monsieur!” exclaimed Lacheneur, in tones of the
 46      XVI|                  Unfortunate man!” he exclaimed, hoarsely, “what do you
 47      XVI|             longer.~ ~“Well, yes!” he exclaimed, with a frightful oath, “
 48     XVII|               heart.~ ~“Flowers!” she exclaimed, in a voice hoarse with
 49     XVII|              speak to this creature!” exclaimed Mlle. Blanche. “Come, aunt,
 50     XVII|            Can this be possible?” she exclaimed. “Great God! what shame!
 51    XVIII|       Lacheneur has lost his reason!” exclaimed Maurice.~ ~The baron shook
 52    XVIII|                   What happiness!” he exclaimed; “then I can hunt once more!”~ ~
 53    XVIII|           What brings you here?” they exclaimed in the same breath.~ ~Under
 54    XVIII|                  Oh! refuse, father!” exclaimed Marie-Anne; “refuse. To
 55    XVIII|           much parleying already!” he exclaimed; “there have been too many
 56    XVIII|           that matter to me?” Maurice exclaimed, gayly; and, springing toward
 57      XIX|               playing here, then?” he exclaimed, indignantly.~ ~He had been
 58      XIX|         goaded to the last extremity, exclaimed:~ ~“Very well! I will marry
 59       XX|          about to obey, when the duke exclaimed:~ ~“Wait! Let someone take
 60       XX|              ground.~ ~“Ah, brigand!” exclaimed M. de Sairmeuse, “so you
 61      XXI|          friends keep their word!” he exclaimed. “They are ready; they are
 62      XXI|               bridle.~ ~“Abbe Midon!” exclaimed Lacheneur, in profound astonishment; “
 63      XXI| accomplishment of an act of madness!” exclaimed M. d’Escorval. “Hatred has
 64      XXI|             in foolish prattling,” he exclaimed with a fierce oath.~ ~Lacheneur
 65      XXI|              peasant.~ ~“Marie-Anne!” exclaimed the abbe and the baron in
 66      XXI|               determined.~ ~“My son!” exclaimed M. d’Escorval; “unfortunate
 67     XXII|              shameless creature!” she exclaimed. “We will see if he has
 68     XXII|           gone too far to draw back,” exclaimed one of the neighboring farmers,
 69    XXIII|               have come to fight,” he exclaimed, “and I shall sell my life
 70    XXIII|            approaching.~ ~“Good God!” exclaimed Chanlouineau, “and Marie-Anne!”~ ~
 71    XXIII|               well;” but secretly, he exclaimed: “Abominable impertinence!
 72    XXIII|              You have been fighting!” exclaimed the duke, in a husky voice.~ ~“
 73    XXIII|             rascals attacked you?” he exclaimed.~ ~“Not at all. I have been
 74     XXIV|                I will find them!” she exclaimed, in frenzied accents. “I
 75     XXIV|             drive.~ ~“Here they are!” exclaimed the gardener; “here they
 76     XXIV|            Your father, Maurice!” she exclaimed, in a stifled voice; “and
 77     XXIV|            reason.~ ~“Ah! Madame,” he exclaimed, “the baron had nothing
 78     XXIV|            have killed my father!” he exclaimed.~ ~“Unhappy child! what
 79     XXIV|               yours!”~ ~“Poor child!” exclaimed Mme. d’Escorval; “where
 80     XXIV|          share their fate.”~ ~“What!” exclaimed Maurice; “still this thought
 81      XXV|           long kiss.~ ~“You love me,” exclaimed Maurice, “you love me in
 82      XXV|              become of my father!” he exclaimed.~ ~“The Baron d’Escorval
 83      XXV|        Sairmeuse.~ ~“God be praised!” exclaimed Maurice, “Marie-Anne’s father
 84     XXVI|            will it not, comrades?” he exclaimed.~ ~As usual, the two men
 85     XXVI|               and punished.~ ~“What!” exclaimed Maurice, “they dare to condemn
 86    XXVII|             arm-chair.~ ~“Wretch!” he exclaimed, “rascal! vile scoundrel!”~ ~
 87    XXVII|             was so truly our leader,” exclaimed the daring peasant, “that
 88    XXVII|                   Very naturally,” he exclaimed. “To-morrow my head will
 89    XXVII|           this great culprit?”~ ~“I!” exclaimed three advocates, in a breath.~ ~“
 90    XXVII|                That is excellent!” he exclaimed. “These gentlemen, the commissioners,
 91    XXVII|               you wish testimony!” he exclaimed. “Very well, you shall have
 92    XXVII|              was with him.”~ ~“That,” exclaimed the duke, “is conclusive
 93   XXVIII|            struggle.~ ~“Leave me!” he exclaimed; “let me go where duty calls
 94   XXVIII|               wishes.~ ~“My husband!” exclaimed Mme. d’Escorval, springing
 95   XXVIII|                We must save him!” she exclaimed. “We must wrest him from
 96   XXVIII|              to the citadel.”~ ~“Ah!” exclaimed Maurice, in a ferocious
 97   XXVIII|               I am an old stupid!” he exclaimed, “and express myself badly.
 98   XXVIII|             we should be left alone!” exclaimed Chanlouineau.~ ~“Therefore,
 99   XXVIII|                   Ah! you are cruel!” exclaimed Marie-Anne, “you are pitiless!”~ ~
100   XXVIII|             understand.~ ~“This,” she exclaimed, “is a man’s life!”~ ~“Hush,
101   XXVIII|            astonishment.~ ~“What!” he exclaimed, “you do not know——”~ ~Then
102   XXVIII|              you, wretched noble!’ he exclaimed, ‘and now we will settle
103   XXVIII|              Ah! my brother is dead!” exclaimed Marie-Anne.~ ~“No,” responded
104   XXVIII|               I dared not ask it!” he exclaimed.~ ~And for the first time
105     XXIX|                 All is not lost!” she exclaimed, on re-entering the room.~ ~“
106     XXIX|                but soon rallying, she exclaimed:~ ~“What am I doing! What
107     XXIX|      Lacheneur has been arrested!” he exclaimed, “and you, wishing to save
108     XXIX|         entered.~ ~“Upon my word!” he exclaimed, as he crossed the threshold, “
109     XXIX|             it, laughed heartily, and exclaimed:~ ~“A clever trick.”~ ~“
110     XXIX|              this with your denials?” exclaimed M. de Sairmeuse.~ ~“I can
111     XXIX|              was saying.~ ~“This,” he exclaimed, with wild gestures, “is
112     XXIX|            electric shock.~ ~“Ah!” he exclaimed. “I knew they would ask
113     XXIX|              by Martial.~ ~“Yes,” she exclaimed, “the Count de Lavalette,
114      XXX|            lips, and enthusiastically exclaimed:~ ~“To work! to work!”~ ~
115      XXX|               a tone of astonishment, exclaimed:~ ~“Good heavens! what are
116      XXX|          egregious fool.~ ~“What!” he exclaimed. “You hold the proof, and—
117      XXX|               examined the end of it, exclaimed with horrible imprecations
118     XXXI|               made by his spy that he exclaimed, upon the threshold:~ ~“
119     XXXI|             the most ardent affection exclaimed: “Ah! you are a noble man,
120     XXXI|          stroke and we have our man!” exclaimed Chupin. “Come, comrades!”~ ~
121     XXXI|             you are noble people,” he exclaimed, “and God will reward you
122     XXXI|           feet from him.~ ~“Halt!” he exclaimed, in a strong, ringing voice. “
123     XXXI|                 Ah! you have him!” he exclaimed, as soon as he was within
124     XXXI|               will be reasonable,” he exclaimed. “Let us see, Chupin, what
125     XXXI|              Saint-Jean-de-Coche,” he exclaimed, in a ringing voice, “and
126    XXXII|            that miserable Bavois,” he exclaimed, “as for that cowardly deserter,
127    XXXII|           wounded!”~ ~“Upon my word!” exclaimed the Duc de Sairmeuse, “if
128    XXXII|        stronger nature.~ ~“Nonsense!” exclaimed M. de Courtornieu; “if the
129    XXXII|             now I shall die content!” exclaimed the heroic peasant.~ ~He
130   XXXIII|             you summoned me here!” he exclaimed. “You would do better to
131   XXXIII|           wish me to be murdered?” he exclaimed, remembering Balstain and
132    XXXIV|                   Jean Lacheneur!” he exclaimed; “imprudent man!”~ ~The
133    XXXIV|               well! I comprehend!” he exclaimed. “I know now who that officer
134    XXXIV|                You shall not go!” she exclaimed, intensely exasperated; “
135     XXXV|     scoundrels have cut the rope!” he exclaimed, with a frightful oath.~ ~
136     XXXV|                  Mille tonnerres!” he exclaimed; “so I pass for a traitor,
137     XXXV|           necessary, to save him!” he exclaimed, at last.~ ~“If it is possible
138     XXXV|             before evening?”~ ~“Yes!” exclaimed the officers, “let us start
139     XXXV|            you, Monsieur le Cure!” he exclaimed, delightedly. “Heavens!
140    XXXVI|                  Mille tonnerres!” he exclaimed; “and my uniform! To enter
141    XXXVI|      Lacheneur.”~ ~“Ah! sir,” Maurice exclaimed; “have you considered the
142    XXXVI|              Is it possible?” Maurice exclaimed.~ ~“Yes, if you can find
143    XXXVI|           which she held in her hand, exclaimed in frenzied tones:~ ~“Here!
144    XXXVI|               once on our return!” he exclaimed.~ ~They immediately procured
145   XXXVII|            Unfortunate creatures!” he exclaimed, addressing the three imprudent
146   XXXVII|               were outside:~ ~“This,” exclaimed Jean, “is the work of the
147   XXXVII|        presence of the revellers,” he exclaimed.~ ~But Jean interrupted
148  XXXVIII|               A bond of alliance!” he exclaimed. “You are too fast, Monsieur
149  XXXVIII|            him.~ ~“You, Monsieur!” he exclaimed.~ ~“Yes, it is I. Light
150  XXXVIII|          horse saddled instantly!” he exclaimed.~ ~He had just remembered
151  XXXVIII|                   The soldiers!” they exclaimed; “let us fly!”~ ~A dozen
152  XXXVIII|               Ah! I spoke the truth!” exclaimed Maurice. “The coward came,
153  XXXVIII|              his men:~ ~“Forward!” he exclaimed. He was about to set the
154    XXXIX|         clinched fist.~ ~“My God!” he exclaimed; “this is an overwhelming
155    XXXIX|                   Ah, the wretch!” he exclaimed.~ ~“Martial is my husband,
156    XXXIX|              for another.~ ~“Ah!” she exclaimed, “that creature! that creature!
157       XL|            shall not depart thus!” he exclaimed. “I will not suffer it.
158       XL|               is a match for him!” he exclaimed. “Yes, I must see Martial
159       XL|           have gone mad, Marquis,” he exclaimed. “That is the only valid
160       XL|                  Zounds, Marquis!” he exclaimed; “that is a good idea! In
161      XLI|               Oh, do not deny it!” he exclaimed. “Night before last, when
162     XLII|              is coming!” Mme. Blanche exclaimed. “Quick! we must not be
163     XLII|           them.~ ~“Ah! Mademoiselle,” exclaimed the servant, “we have been
164     XLII|      discordant laugh.~ ~“Ah, ha!” he exclaimed, “I met him. Do you doubt
165    XLIII|                   What audacity!” she exclaimed. “What impudence!”~ ~The
166    XLIII|         Martial’s heart from me!” she exclaimed. “It is for this miserable
167     XLIV|             do you intend to do?” she exclaimed. “What do you intend to
168     XLIV|             heavily with his hand, he exclaimed:~ ~“Here is justice!”~ ~
169     XLIV|             her hands in delight, she exclaimed:~ ~“Ah! you will remain!
170     XLIV|            Marquis de Sairmeuse!” she exclaimed, in amazement.~ ~She recognized
171     XLIV|         horror.~ ~“Never! never!” she exclaimed.~ ~The abbe did not seem
172     XLIV|                wretch that I am!” she exclaimed. “Do I not love? is it possible
173      XLV|           What do I intend to do?” he exclaimed, feigning the most violent
174      XLV|       luxurious.~ ~“Then it is true!” exclaimed Blanche. “And I thought
175      XLV|               here is my candle!” she exclaimed, as she crossed the threshold. “
176      XLV|                 This is the last,” he exclaimed. “Now, our gentleman can
177     XLVI|              her bitterest enemy, she exclaimed:~ ~“You are my murderer!”~ ~
178     XLVI|             All is not yet lost,” she exclaimed. “It was in that great box
179     XLVI|                  And Aunt Medea!” she exclaimed.~ ~Her relative was beside
180    XLVII|               heaved a deep sigh, and exclaimed:~ ~“It is time to start!”~ ~
181    XLVII|               I was not mistaken!” he exclaimed.~ ~But he had no time to
182    XLVII|            God has sent you here!” he exclaimed. “Marie-Anne cannot be dead!
183    XLVII|           inches from Jean’s head, he exclaimed:~ ~“And you, perhaps, are
184    XLVII|              secretary was right!” he exclaimed. “Maurice, it was Martial
185    XLVII|               Marie-Anne is dead!” he exclaimed.~ ~Jean and the abbe were
186    XLVII|            the victim of a crime!” he exclaimed.~ ~“Some monster has killed
187    XLVII|        Marquis de Sairmeuse here!” he exclaimed.~ ~He sprang to Maurice,
188    XLVII|            was you, infamous wretch!” exclaimed Maurice. “You confess your
189    XLVII|              that man can be guilty!” exclaimed the abbe. “You see, Jean,
190    XLVII|           hands by saving my father!” exclaimed Maurice.~ ~From his place
191   XLVIII|           ever possessed.~ ~“Ah!” she exclaimed, “it is terrible! What if
192     XLIX|            Virgin! you are right!” he exclaimed. “Wait until I get money
193        L|           frightened at nothing,” she exclaimed.~ ~Blanche did not reply.~ ~
194        L|         regret what I have done?” she exclaimed; “never! no, never!”~ ~From
195       LI|         excuse:~ ~“Nonsense!” Blanche exclaimed; “let us forget this foolish
196       LI|               alone with his wife, he exclaimed, in a tone of good-natured
197       LI|            agent was a simpleton,” he exclaimed. “He was afraid to write
198      LII|               are revelling here!” he exclaimed. “I am not such a fool.
199       LV|             departed.~ ~“At last,” he exclaimed, “honor is saved! We have
200       LV|             de Sairmeuse triumphantly exclaimed:~ ~“We have outwitted Lecoq.”~ ~
201       LV|               A stupid expedient!” he exclaimed. “Are two such men as the
202       LV|         morning.”~ ~“Ah! the wretch!” exclaimed the young policeman.~ ~Then,
203       LV|                   Is it possible?” he exclaimed.~ ~Then he added, quickly:~ ~“
204       LV|            upon the floor.~ ~“Lecoq!” exclaimed Martial, paler than death.~ ~“