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  1       II|          count the cost. His son, Jean, had been educated in Paris;
  2      XVI|           man.~ ~“This is my son, Jean, Monsieur,” said Lacheneur. “
  3      XVI|        boy; he found him a man.~ ~Jean was just twenty; but his
  4      XVI|      longer the means to maintain Jean in Paris, I have made him
  5      XVI|            The friend who carried Jean the order to return has
  6      XVI|        twenty thousand francs.”~ ~Jean hung his head; he was evidently
  7      XVI|      impossible: Chanlouineau and Jean would not let him go out
  8     XVII|      after him came M. Lacheneur, Jean, Chanlouineau, and Marie-Anne.~ ~
  9    XVIII|      While he stood there, he saw Jean Lacheneur and Chanlouineau
 10    XVIII|         without reserve—beware of Jean.”~ ~“What, sir?”~ ~“Beware
 11    XVIII|          What, sir?”~ ~“Beware of Jean. I repeat it.”~ ~And he
 12      XIX|      studied respect shown him by Jean; and the almost servile
 13      XIX|      Lacheneur, Chanlouineau, and Jean were tramping about the
 14      XXI|           look which he cast upon Jean proved it.~ ~And it was
 15     XXII|            Maurice, Chanlouineau, Jean, Marie-Anne, and about twenty
 16      XXV|          Lacheneur, or of his son Jean; thus far they had escaped
 17    XXVII|       Monsieur Lacheneur, his son Jean, and the Marquis de Sairmeuse.”~ ~
 18   XXVIII|           him, while your brother Jean and myself stayed behind
 19   XXVIII|         must know who is coming,’ Jean said to me.~ ~“We paused.
 20   XXVIII|          What does this mean?’~ ~“Jean ground his teeth in rage. ‘
 21   XXVIII|       submit to assassination. If Jean kills me there is no more
 22   XXVIII|      misjudged your brother. Poor Jean’s appearance is terribly
 23   XXVIII|   silently but furiously. At last Jean fell.”~ ~“Ah! my brother
 24   XXVIII|         father’s tenants. He took Jean, promising me that he would
 25     XXIX|           hear what has become of Jean.”~ ~“I know, already, Monsieur,”
 26     XXIX|           hesitation, “then it is Jean who is a prisoner.”~ ~“My
 27     XXIX|         excuse himself.~ ~“It was Jean who challenged me,” said
 28     XXIX|          am more severe than you. Jean was right to challenge me.
 29     XXIX|           come and live near you. Jean will no longer dislike me
 30   XXXIII|         nothing had been heard of Jean, and that it was supposed
 31    XXXIV|       exclamation of surprise.~ ~“Jean Lacheneur!” he exclaimed; “
 32    XXXIV|      desire?” he asked, coldly.~ ~Jean drew from his pocket a folded
 33    XXXIV|         say to Maurice?” insisted Jean. “What do you intend to
 34    XXXIV|         ten seconds, then seizing Jean’s arm, he dragged him up
 35    XXXIV|        and Martial, still holding Jean Lacheneur by the arm, was
 36     XXXV|       wounded man,” he added, “is Jean Lacheneur, the son of my
 37     XXXV|      lying in a small loft, where Jean Lacheneur was already installed.~ ~
 38   XXXVII|         him tremble with anxiety. Jean Lacheneur, more fortunate,
 39   XXXVII|         again this very night.”~ ~Jean Lacheneur, who had witnessed
 40   XXXVII|          over to the influence of Jean Lacheneur’s furious hatred.
 41   XXXVII|      outside:~ ~“This,” exclaimed Jean, “is the work of the Sairmeuse
 42   XXXVII|   revellers,” he exclaimed.~ ~But Jean interrupted him.~ ~“No,
 43   XXXVII|           written and confided to Jean Lacheneur.~ ~
 44  XXXVIII|            in truth, was all that Jean Lacheneur hoped to do.~ ~
 45  XXXVIII|       crowd of astonished guests, Jean thought neither of his heavy
 46  XXXVIII|         him, Martial again seized Jean Lacheneur’s arm.~ ~“Now,”
 47  XXXVIII|           said he, “follow me!”~ ~Jean followed him still without
 48  XXXVIII|          you taking me?” inquired Jean Lacheneur.~ ~Martial, who
 49  XXXVIII|         that had once belonged to Jean Lacheneur; and nothing had
 50  XXXVIII|           the long avenue.~ ~Then Jean Lacheneur suddenly paused.~ ~“
 51  XXXVIII|            Let us proceed!”~ ~But Jean Lacheneur did not move.~ ~“
 52  XXXVIII|         corporal, he was awaiting Jean’s return.~ ~But Jean could
 53  XXXVIII|     awaiting Jean’s return.~ ~But Jean could not resist the temptation
 54  XXXVIII|   distrust me!” he said, sadly.~ ~Jean Lacheneur was silent—another
 55  XXXVIII|           reply: ‘Impossible.’”~ ~Jean was amazed at the patience,
 56  XXXVIII|           desk, and handing it to Jean:~ ~“Those who have brought
 57  XXXVIII|          believe in my sincerity, Jean. Here is a proof, which
 58  XXXVIII|          you will.”~ ~Anyone save Jean Lacheneur would have been
 59  XXXVIII|           generosity of soul. But Jean was implacable. His was
 60  XXXVIII|           said Martial, gently.~ ~Jean Lacheneur made a gesture
 61  XXXVIII|       name of Sairmeuse, think of Jean Lacheneur. My hand will
 62  XXXVIII|   disappeared in the darkness.~ ~“Jean,” cried Martial, in almost
 63  XXXVIII|       almost supplicating tones; “Jean, come back —listen to me!”~ ~
 64  XXXVIII| justification. And if he besought Jean to lead him to Maurice d’
 65  XXXVIII| underbrush.~ ~He turned; Maurice, Jean, and Corporal Bavois were
 66  XXXVIII|        contained the swords which Jean Lacheneur had gone to Montaignac
 67  XXXVIII|         has told you nothing.”~ ~“Jean has told me all.”~ ~“Well,
 68  XXXVIII|         crossed before a cry from Jean and from Corporal Bavois
 69  XXXVIII|     wretch!”~ ~“Wretch!” repeated Jean and Corporal Bavois, “traitor!
 70    XXXIX|          Martial disappeared with Jean Lacheneur, the guests stood
 71      XLI|        three hours since Maurice, Jean Lacheneur and Bavois left
 72      XLI|         afterward pursue Maurice, Jean and Bavois.~ ~But he was
 73      XLI|           severity, Maurice’s and Jean Lacheneur’s frightful imprudence
 74      XLI|           No allusion was made to Jean Lacheneur, so it was supposed
 75     XLII|           all the Lacheneurs only Jean remains, and he lives like
 76     XLII|       Blanche turned pale. It was Jean Lacheneur who had fired
 77     XLII|      against Balstain and against Jean Lacheneur. On the other
 78    XLIII|      passion. Her sufferings, and Jean Lacheneur’s attempt upon
 79    XLIII|   misfortune?” she murmured. “Ah! Jean Lacheneur’s revenge is far
 80    XLIII|         growled. “I supposed that Jean Lacheneur would go and live
 81     XLIV|      veins.~ ~Having learned that Jean was roving about the country,
 82     XLIV|      Chupin’s terror when one saw Jean Lacheneur. His clothing
 83     XLIV|          gloomily.~ ~“You—my poor Jean! you!”~ ~He surveyed himself
 84     XLIV|         fleeting crimson suffused Jean Lacheneur’s cheek; he hesitated
 85     XLIV|          you by Chanlouineau.”~ ~“Jean! you, my brother! said that?”~ ~“
 86     XLIV|        Nothing! let me alone.”~ ~“Jean!”~ ~“Let me alone,” he said,
 87     XLIV|            But nothing could move Jean Lacheneur, or divert him
 88     XLIV|           him to the scaffold.~ ~“Jean,” she murmured, “remember
 89     XLIV|         to mistake the meaning of Jean Lacheneur’s words. His threats
 90     XLIV|        and supplicating voice:~ ~“Jean,” said she, “I implore you
 91     XLIV|          between them, she begged Jean to remain with her that
 92     XLIV|          many things to tell you! Jean, my dear brother, can it
 93     XLIV|       insensible to such prayers. Jean Lacheneur’s heart swelled
 94     XLIV|           you will remain!”~ ~No. Jean had already mastered his
 95    XLVII|         did not recognize him.~ ~“Jean!” he cried, “Jean Lacheneur!”~ ~
 96    XLVII|         him.~ ~“Jean!” he cried, “Jean Lacheneur!”~ ~With a bound
 97    XLVII|           as he uttered his name, Jean uttered a cry of joy.~ ~“
 98    XLVII|          sadly pointed to heaven, Jean paused, his face more ghastly
 99    XLVII|        son entered. ‘Is this you, Jean?’ said he. ‘I just saw Chupin
100    XLVII|      motive could he have had?”~ ~Jean burst into one of those
101    XLVII|          he said, severely.~ ~But Jean gravely shook his head.~ ~“
102    XLVII|           Any attempt to convince Jean of the folly of his accusation
103    XLVII|        the abbe; then, turning to Jean, he said:~ ~“We cannot allow
104    XLVII|         place it upon the bed.”~ ~Jean trembled from head to foot,
105    XLVII|         Much excited, he summoned Jean, to inform him of the discovery.~ ~“
106    XLVII|          going to try,” responded Jean. “Go back to the house,
107    XLVII|       house. The door was closed; Jean rapped without the slightest
108    XLVII|          son opened the door, and Jean saw a strange spectacle.~ ~
109    XLVII|        his pick a few inches from Jean’s head, he exclaimed:~ ~“
110    XLVII|          the promptings of anger, Jean Lacheneur would certainly
111    XLVII|              Who is it?” inquired Jean, eagerly.~ ~“It is—it is.
112    XLVII|           the old soldier greeted Jean with the most ardent expressions
113    XLVII|        blow of his clinched fist, Jean Lacheneur made the table
114    XLVII|          with a warning glance at Jean.~ ~A wrathful light gleamed
115    XLVII|    Monsieur l’Abbe, and you also, Jean. As for you, corporal, it
116    XLVII|          impression produced upon Jean and the abbe was so terrible,
117    XLVII|         is dead!” he exclaimed.~ ~Jean and the abbe were silent.~ ~“
118    XLVII|         only last night,” replied Jean.~ ~Maurice rose.~ ~“Last
119    XLVII|           so quickly that neither Jean nor the abbe had time to
120    XLVII|      swelling around them.~ ~When Jean and the priest entered the
121    XLVII|           by the sleeve.~ ~It was Jean Lacheneur, and he drew the
122    XLVII|         the sight of the visitor, Jean Lacheneur uttered the frightful
123    XLVII|        his words and glance, that Jean and Maurice stood as if
124    XLVII|     exclaimed the abbe. “You see, Jean, that you are mad!”~ ~“And
125    XLVII|           honor, I suppose,” said Jean, with a furious gesture.~ ~“
126   XLVIII|         occurred to him. And when Jean and Maurice insulted him,
127     XLIX| everything.”~ ~The following week Jean Lacheneur left the neighborhood.~ ~
128     XLIX|         when it became known that Jean Lacheneur had formed an
129     XLIX|       chance of success.~ ~Unlike Jean, he was determined to guard
130        L|      young peasant who had warned Jean Lacheneur seemed decisive.~ ~
131      LII|      Marquis de Courtornieu——”~ ~“Jean Lacheneur!”~ ~Martial gravely
132      LII|          atone. Who knows but, in Jean Lacheneur’s place, I should
133      LII|     future, he resumed:~ ~“I know Jean Lacheneur. I alone can fathom
134      LII|   threatens our house, it will be Jean Lacheneur’s work.”~ ~Aunt
135      LII|          herself of the idea that Jean Lacheneur suspected her
136     LIII|       name she dared not utter.~ ~Jean Lacheneur, Marie-Anne’s
137     LIII|        begun to collect proofs of Jean’s existence, when his investigations
138     LIII|       duchess was not mistaken.~ ~Jean had told the truth when
139     LIII|  somewhere in the neighborhood.~ ~Jean knew that it was Marie-Anne’
140     LIII|    remaining at Sairmeuse a week, Jean Lacheneur tarried there
141     LIII|           two questions tormented Jean’s mind continually; but
142     LIII|          and after a long search, Jean found only the Widow Chupin
143     LIII|    recollection in their minds.~ ~Jean was about to take his departure
144     LIII|        the loft of the Poivriere, Jean, through an opening in the
145      LIV|       just occurred to him.~ ~“If Jean Lacheneur is still alive,”
146      LIV|           he wished to see.~ ~But Jean Lacheneur was in Russia
147      LIV|      recognized him.~ ~For it was Jean Lacheneur.~ ~Since addressing
148      LIV|     watched by her husband.~ ~For Jean Lacheneur had decided upon
149      LIV|           regard to it. Moreover, Jean held Polyte and his mother
150      LIV|          wife into the Poivriere, Jean had so arranged matters
151      LIV|              On that same evening Jean was to meet his accomplices
152      LIV|           had been set for him by Jean Lacheneur; and he read a
153       LV|         Rainbow to the Poivriere, Jean had been precipitated to
154       LV|        which I had drawn them.~ ~“Jean Lacheneur.”~ ~Lecoq stood