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  1        I|             terrible hurry.”~ ~“The old rascal has probably stolen
  2        I|            sinewy as the stem of an old grape-vine. At the first
  3        I|           when he called me. ‘Here, old man,’ he said, ‘do you wish
  4        I|        peasants, approvingly.~ ~The old rogue shook his head with
  5        I|             said to me: ‘Above all, old man, explain to my friend
  6        I|             is a fact,” remarked an old man; “Monsieur Lacheneur
  7        I|          his life.~ ~But the wicked old Chupin swallowed this affront
  8        I|               Some minutes later an old post-chaise, drawn by four
  9       II|        Armande de Sairmeuse, a rich old maid, was his god-mother;
 10       II|           the land belonging to his old master.~ ~It is true that
 11       II|             remain where I am? I am old, and I am familiar with
 12       II|           have rendered him.”~ ~The old servitor of the house of
 13      III|       triumphal reception for their old masters?”~ ~M. de Sairmeuse
 14      III|            with noisy shouts.~ ~The old rascal, his wife, and his
 15      III|            parsonage, Bibiaine, the old housekeeper, was standing.
 16      III|       Blessed Jesus!” exclaimed the old housekeeper, in evident
 17      III|             is to say—yes—I have an old hen left in the coop. Give
 18      III|          impassioned soul.~ ~Was he old or young? The most subtle
 19      III|         turned to Bibiaine, but the old servant had taken flight.~ ~
 20      III|           interrupted the duke. “An old soldier is not fastidious,
 21      III|         Monsieur le Marquis.”~ ~The old housekeeper, who suddenly
 22      III|       affection.~ ~Fortunately, the old housekeeper interrupted
 23       IV|         impudence— Let him come in, old woman, let him come in.”~ ~
 24       IV|       continued Lacheneur, “I am an old servant of your house——”~ ~“
 25        V|       imperial policy, had made him old before his time.~ ~He was
 26        V| reproachfully; “but when you are as old as I am, and have had my
 27        V|           proprietors. Last year an old cousin, whom I could never
 28        V|           designed it as a home for old Father Guvat and his wife.
 29        V|           How comfortable those two old people will be there. They
 30       VI|           former ploughboy, with an old family whose head was universally
 31       VI|           at Sairmeuse, Chupin, the old scoundrel, with his two
 32       VI|             rascally boys, and that old hag, his wife, ran after
 33       VI|          into his head to give this old noble a reception like that
 34       VI|             before any man as these old nobles who are so haughty
 35       VI|         Saint Dieu! When I felt the old rascal’s hand upon me my
 36      VII|             a dangerous rascal, the old robber, shrewd and cautious;
 37     VIII|         dare to speak. Now that the old man has met with these reverses,
 38     VIII|             him,” remarked a little old man.~ ~“Why so?”~ ~“If Monsieur
 39        X|          The duke found articles as old as himself, religiously
 40        X|            preserved, occupying the old familiar places from which
 41       XI|       continued:~ ~“My father is an old man who has suffered cruelly.
 42       XI|             been wrong, but I am an old man; it is hard for me to
 43      XII|             one of his sons.~ ~This old rascal had been enrolled
 44     XIII|         seated on a bench beside an old lady, and was engaged in
 45     XIII|        woman of the world, or of an old courtier. She had been so
 46     XIII|        Medea?”~ ~Aunt Medea was the old lady seated beside Mlle.
 47      XIV|          thousand francs!” said one old viscount to his neighbor.~ ~
 48      XIV|          dream of enchantment.~ ~An old gentleman had just risen,
 49       XV|             with the coolness of an old practitioner, he bled him
 50      XVI|       confidence in me? Am I not an old friend? It may be that your
 51      XVI|              Have you forgotten our old friendship? I come to you——”~ ~
 52      XVI|             expect to make me, your old friend, believe that a man
 53     XVII|             more generous than your old acquaintances. I have a
 54    XVIII|    dangerous fellow.”~ ~“We have an old skiff. I will persuade my
 55       XX|       turned:~ ~“What is it?”~ ~The old poacher put his finger on
 56       XX|    formidable in his anger that the old poacher sprang to the door
 57     XXII|             and about twenty of the old soldiers of the Empire,
 58     XXII|       bourgeois; the other wore the old uniform of captain in the
 59     XXII|             are a few of Napoleon’s old soldiers in the ranks. A
 60     XXIV|           This man was one of those old soldiers who had followed
 61     XXIV|           top to bottom. You are an old fox that knows a thing or
 62     XXIV|            us for spies! Ah! if our old leader knew to what base
 63     XXIV|          knew to what base uses his old soldiers were degraded!”~ ~
 64     XXIV|            As for you,” pursued the old trooper, addressing Maurice
 65     XXIV|          the cautious priest.~ ~The old corporal gave a knowing
 66      XXV|            other than Chupin.~ ~The old scoundrel had also recognized
 67      XXV|            not doubt, was the brave old soldier who had spoken to
 68     XXVI|          hour afterward, leading an old plough-horse by the mane.
 69     XXVI|            this did not satisfy the old trooper’s complaisance.~ ~
 70     XXVI|         gates of Montaignac did the old soldier forsake his protegees,
 71    XXVII|           fortifications, stands an old building known as the chapel.~ ~
 72    XXVII|           of the commission.”~ ~The old scoundrel began to gain
 73    XXVII|           voyages, the baron had an old boat repaired which he had
 74   XXVIII|            the forehead.~ ~“I am an old stupid!” he exclaimed, “
 75   XXVIII|          this permission,” said the old soldier.~ ~Assuring himself,
 76   XXVIII|            go at once,” replied the old soldier. “But I have orders
 77     XXIX|       arrived during her absence—an old white-haired peasant.~ ~
 78     XXIX|     opinions of Baron d’Escorval—an old soldier who fought under
 79      XXX|     disdainfully.~ ~“Positively, my old hide is no more precious
 80      XXX|            begin it again, when the old soldier, leaving the window,
 81     XXXI|           wine, and one of them, an old man, was telling the other
 82     XXXI|            for pen and paper.~ ~The old rascal generally wrote slowly
 83     XXXI|             what you will do for an old friend? Divide, will you
 84    XXXII|           present there was one, an old lieutenant, medalled and
 85    XXXII|             presumptions.~ ~No, the old lieutenant had not the slightest
 86    XXXII|      opportune,” he remarked.~ ~The old officer turned away with
 87    XXXII|           his appearance.~ ~But the old scoundrel, who was usually
 88   XXXIII|          obtain the services of the old spy. Since he had received
 89    XXXIV|            to comprehend,” said the old nobleman, coldly.~ ~Martial
 90     XXXV|        produce much effect upon the old soldier, who had seen so
 91     XXXV|             off!”~ ~As he spoke the old soldier threw himself flat
 92     XXXV|           few moments later?”~ ~The old soldier was too shrewd not
 93     XXXV|            Follow you,” replied the old soldier. “I have a right
 94    XXXVI|            heart.~ ~Maurice and the old soldier were obliged to
 95    XXXVI|           upon his address, but the old corporal was far from satisfied.~ ~“
 96    XXXVI|             be a good, kind-hearted old woman, who would not leave
 97    XXXVI|         country inn, attended by an old woman whom she did not know,
 98    XXXVI|          protection than that of an old soldier—a deserter, whose
 99    XXXVI|             dress,” she said to the old nurse, seated beside her; “
100    XXXVI|            had been derived from an old country pedagogue, whose
101    XXXVI|      weakness began to astonish the old nurse. Her faith in herbs,
102    XXXVI|     Mademoiselle Lacheneur and your old friend, the soldier, will
103    XXXVI|         with the project.~ ~But the old physician had not given
104    XXXVI|           journal about a fortnight old, which had probably been
105    XXXVI|        suggested, very timidly. The old soldier trembled at the
106    XXXVI|        disguised as peasants.~ ~The old soldier had made one sacrifice
107   XXXVII|            presbytery; Bibiane, the old housekeeper, must have gone
108   XXXVII|      Mademoiselle Lacheneur and the old corporal have just arrived;
109  XXXVIII|             the carpet, and even an old arm-chair where he had read
110  XXXVIII|             were approaching.~ ~The old soldier carried under his
111    XXXIX|             there remained only one old gentleman who, on account
112       XL|         sufficiently to exclaim:~ ~“Old hypocrite! does he believe
113       XL|           the characteristic of the old French nobility— fidelity
114      XLI|             her, she remembered the old physician at Vigano, who
115      XLI|             It was the kind-hearted old man who had come to her
116     XLII|        betrayed!~ ~“It must be that old imbecile, the Duc de Sairmeuse,
117     XLII|             to outwit my father, an old politician of such experience
118     XLII|         family. Then he went to his old home, where his wife and
119     XLII|    assistants:~ ~“Ah, the man is an old scoundrel!” he said, his
120     XLII|         Blanche advanced toward the old poacher, who stood as motionless
121     XLII|         excited the interest of the old poacher, and he paused.~ ~“
122     XLII|            the reconciliation? That old wretch, Chupin——”~ ~“We
123     XLII|       yourself.”~ ~With a bound the old poacher disappeared in the
124     XLII|             head.~ ~“I suspect that old poacher, who is always prowling
125     XLII|      Blanche made her escape.~ ~The old poacher was awaiting her
126    XLIII|       counting the house,” said the old people, gravely.~ ~“An honest
127    XLIII|              What impudence!”~ ~The old poacher seemed to be of
128    XLIII|           see.”~ ~And remarking the old poacher’s discontented face,
129    XLIII|    accompanied by Aunt Medea.~ ~The old poacher came punctually,
130    XLIII|        knife.”~ ~What irritated the old poacher most of all was,
131    XLIII|            him as he began the same old story, and, looking him
132     XLIV|                  CHAPTER XLIV~ ~The old physician at Vigano, who
133      XLV|         himself with reproaches.~ ~“Old drunkard!” he said, “this
134      XLV|           some other person.”~ ~The old poacher went away, whistling
135     XLVI|            Vigano, witnessed by the old physician and Bavois, and
136     XLVI|           disclosed the name of the old physician at Vigano to whom
137     XLVI|             from the cottage by the old poacher.~ ~“We must not
138     XLVI|           knife four times into the old poacher’s writhing body,
139     XLVI|             into the house, but the old poacher begged him to desist.~ ~“
140    XLVII|           Farewell, then!” said the old farmer, when the last hand-shake
141    XLVII|         have encountered any of his old parishioners without the
142    XLVII|             with him a brave man—an old soldier who would risk anything
143    XLVII|         slightest hesitation.~ ~The old poacher’s eldest son opened
144    XLVII|       together; and Maurice and the old soldier greeted Jean with
145    XLVII|           what I thought,” said the old soldier, approvingly.~ ~“
146   XLVIII|           entirely when she saw the old poacher stricken down by
147     XLIX|   diminished by the responses of an old woman, who passed for one
148     XLIX|             hiding it.~ ~He set the old gossip to talking, and after
149     XLIX|          upon the track!”~ ~But the old poacher was dead, and his
150        L|           her; and the death of the old poacher seemed really providential.~ ~
151       LI|            in persuading this silly old woman, who still longed
152       LI|           Paris if I cannot own our old residence.”~ ~He was so
153      LII|         service did he perish? Poor old man! he loved you devotedly.
154      LII|            Give me the sum that the old man buried, and I will allow
155     LIII|            son! just eighteen years old, and such a help to his
156     LIII|          Now, the death of the poor old woman affected her deeply.~ ~
157     LIII|            Baroness d’Escorval, and old Corporal Bavois had departed
158     LIII|           in pieces was found in an old well. It was the body of
159     LIII|         learned through a garrulous old peasant woman that ever
160     LIII|            a terrible oath that the old woman and her son started
161      LIV|           seek a reconciliation.~ ~“Old age is approaching,” he
162      LIV|            Vigano and signed by the old physician and Corporal Bavois.~ ~
163      LIV|        opening and looked in.~ ~The old woman had disappeared; the