Chapter

  1        I|          The young soldier, whose voice had aroused the most noble
  2       II|            more powerful than the voice of his daughter, brought
  3       II|           she asked, in her sweet voice; “what is the matter? What
  4       II|         At the sound of this dear voice, M. Lacheneur trembled like
  5       II|           he resumed, in a hollow voice:~ ~“I called for aid; it
  6       II|        own conscience, that faint voice which speaks only in a whisper,
  7       II|           murmured, in an altered voice, “I may, perhaps, die of
  8       II|       found time to say, in a low voice:~ ~“I think I know your
  9      III|    knowing by experience that his voice had not the power to check
 10       IV|     Sairmeuse,” he answered, in a voice husky with emotion, “it
 11       IV|          she, in a clear, ringing voice, “is the word of this man,
 12       IV|          of an advocate!” a harsh voice interrupted.~ ~Martial turned,
 13        V|         man in a harsh, unnatural voice: “I rose this morning the
 14        V|       your friend,” he said, in a voice faltering with emotion; “
 15      VII|           he exclaimed, in a loud voice, “I renounce, for myself
 16       IX|          met hers, and in a husky voice he added:~ ~“Will you then
 17       XI|          Monsieur,” said he, in a voice which was frightfully altered, “
 18       XI|      truth, so persuasive was his voice, so entirely did the expression
 19       XI|           could resist your sweet voice, your beautiful, beseeching
 20       XI|         in a more and more tender voice, changed first to stupor,
 21       XI|     refused it!” cried a terrible voice.~ ~Marie-Anne and both young
 22     XIII|           in a thin, rather nasal voice, which, issuing from his
 23     XIII|         reading a letter in a low voice.~ ~She must have been greatly
 24     XIII|          He felt that his altered voice would betray him. How much
 25     XIII|          or three days.~ ~And her voice, in asking from her former
 26      XIV|           prettier!” murmured the voice of vanity; “and you possess
 27      XIV|             replied Martial, in a voice which revealed the struggle
 28       XV|    gestures were excited, and his voice was husky. He talked a great
 29      XVI|      cottage.~ ~“Come in!” said a voice.~ ~The baron lifted the
 30      XVI|    forehead, but it was in a calm voice that she replied:~ ~“Maurice
 31      XVI|          spoke almost wildly. Her voice was so loud that it penetrated
 32      XVI|           Marie-Anne uttered in a voice of such perfect composure,
 33      XVI|          could be detected in his voice; but, rather, a respectful
 34      XVI|          an oath, and in a solemn voice, he said:~ ~“Before God,
 35     XVII|        what he had replied.~ ~Her voice was meek, her eyes tearful;
 36     XVII|            in an almost inaudible voice; “we must make haste.”~ ~
 37     XVII|     Flowers!” she exclaimed, in a voice hoarse with passion. “He
 38     XVII|         of Mlle. de Courtornieu’s voice, she would certainly have
 39    XVIII|       Lacheneur, listening to the voice of hatred, is dreaming of
 40      XIX|          crying out in a terrible voice:~ ~“The die is cast! This
 41      XXI|           former friend, and in a voice loud enough to be heard
 42      XXI|       will not remain deaf to the voice of reason. You are an honest
 43      XXI|         second in command.”~ ~His voice was sad, but it was determined.~ ~“
 44      XXI|          party arrive there. Your voice, which touched Lacheneur,
 45     XXII|     suddenly rends the air.~ ~The voice of a coward sends up the
 46    XXIII|          reach their homes?~ ~The voice of Chanlouineau put an end
 47    XXIII|    exclaimed the duke, in a husky voice.~ ~“Yes.”~ ~“Ah! then you
 48     XXIV|           exclaimed, in a stifled voice; “and your father!”~ ~The
 49     XXIV|          that quick and imperious voice that impresses one with
 50     XXIV|          the court-yard.~ ~A loud voice commanded:~ ~“Halt!”~ ~The
 51     XXIV|        the room, then, in a harsh voice:~ ~“Who is the master of
 52     XXIV|        added a few words in a low voice, then left the room as abruptly
 53     XXIV|           the corporal, and, in a voice trembling with emotion,
 54      XXV|       have been led astray by the voice of passion.~ ~Such noble
 55    XXVII|       only window tremble. A loud voice outside shouted, “Present
 56    XXVII|     president.~ ~Then, in a rough voice, he added:~ ~“Bring in the
 57    XXVII|          the sound of his vibrant voice.~ ~The despair of the poor
 58    XXVII|         yet they wished to hear a voice raised in defence of those
 59    XXVII|            he cried, in a ringing voice; “the three hundred prisoners
 60    XXVII|         appreciable terror in his voice when, with hand uplifted,
 61    XXVII|        them, quickly and in a low voice said:~ ~“I have a last favor
 62   XXVIII|           refuse to listen to the voice of one, who after tomorrow,
 63   XXVIII|          To see you, to hear your voice, to dwell beneath the same
 64   XXVIII|      after a little and in a firm voice, he said:~ ~“We must not
 65   XXVIII|          Here,” he said, in a low voice, “is a man’s life!”~ ~Marie-Anne
 66   XXVIII|         father of—Maurice!”~ ~His voice changed in uttering the
 67   XXVIII|       said, rapidly, and in a low voice:~ ~“I never believed in
 68     XXIX|           will have it so!”~ ~His voice betrayed the intense passion
 69     XXIX|      Marie-Anne, and lowering his voice:~ ~“If the father is innocent,”
 70     XXIX|     sprang to the door, and, in a voice of thunder, called his son.~ ~
 71     XXIX|       head erect, and clear, firm voice, Marie-Anne repeated her
 72     XXIX|            in a choked, unnatural voice; “you were one of the instigators
 73     XXIX|          ringing clearness to her voice, such brilliancy to her
 74     XXIX|           in order to silence the voice that had been raised against
 75      XXX|          whisper, then louder. No voice responded to his.~ ~“If
 76      XXX|          was in the most tranquil voice that he responded:~ ~“As
 77      XXX|       extended his hand, and in a voice trembling with emotion:~ ~“
 78      XXX|           for him.”~ ~The baron’s voice would also be of advantage
 79     XXXI|         life.~ ~Perhaps, too, the voice of honor whispered that
 80     XXXI|     people together.~ ~And soon a voice rose so clear and penetrating
 81     XXXI|         rolling of drums, and the voice of the criers proclaiming
 82     XXXI|           approach. In a terrible voice, he called after them:~ ~“
 83     XXXI|          in a strained, unnatural voice.~ ~“Your friends—the two
 84     XXXI|      advance, urging them on with voice, gesture and example.~ ~
 85     XXXI|   exclaimed, in a strong, ringing voice. “It is Lacheneur you are
 86     XXXI|        terrified by this resonant voice, and that was Chupin.~ ~
 87     XXXI|           exclaimed, in a ringing voice, “and you, Holy Virgin,
 88    XXXIV|           he demanded, in a husky voice; “where is the Marquis de
 89    XXXIV|            said he, in a terrible voice.~ ~M. de Courtornieu obeyed.
 90    XXXIV|          was so profound that the voice of the young marquis penetrated
 91    XXXIV|           hurriedly, and in a low voice; “hush, wretched man, you
 92     XXXV|         stifled, almost inaudible voice, he added:~ ~“Oh! how I
 93     XXXV|         move, and in a despondent voice, he said:~ ~“To make any
 94     XXXV|         shall we pursue?”~ ~Not a voice replied. It was clear that
 95     XXXV|     receive another?~ ~The abbe’s voice trembled as he made known
 96    XXXVI|          bed, and in an imperious voice:~ ~“My dress,” she said
 97    XXXVI|          moment, then, in a husky voice, he said:~ ~“You cannot
 98    XXXVI|          and protection; so, in a voice trembling with anxiety,
 99    XXXVI|         rose, and in an imperious voice:~ ~“I will go no farther,”
100   XXXVII|         prayer; then, in a feeble voice:~ ~“We owe you a debt of
101  XXXVIII|           so,” said he in a husky voice. “The thought of Marie-Anne
102    XXXIX|           Father! father!”~ ~This voice, which had so often made
103      XLI|        sake,” whispered an inward voice, “that Martial is thus working.
104      XLI|           that she would hear his voice as she heard it for the
105     XLII|          serve your purpose,” the voice of hatred whispered in Blanche’
106     XLII|           her, and said, in a low voice:~ ~“Now tell me your business.”~ ~
107    XLIII|           the arm, and, in a wily voice, he said: “Well, what shall
108    XLIII|          such provocation!”~ ~The voice of conscience was unheard
109     XLIV|    clasped hands and supplicating voice:~ ~“Jean,” said she, “I
110     XLIV|   terrible effort; and in a harsh voice:~ ~“Impossible! impossible!”
111     XLIV|       vengeance, and crime, and a voice whispered that she would
112     XLIV|         said the priest, “has the voice and the prejudices of his
113     XLIV|            In an almost inaudible voice she answered:~ ~“Yes.”~ ~
114     XLIV|        father of my child?”~ ~Her voice was still trembling with
115      XLV|          in a strained, unnatural voice, “and whatever happens,
116     XLVI|           for aid in a despairing voice.~ ~She called Mme. d’Escorval,
117     XLVI|         resolutely, and in a firm voice:~ ~“Yes,” she said, “I have
118     XLVI|            in an almost inaudible voice; “I am the wife of Maurice
119     XLVI|         herself, and in a ringing voice she cried:~ ~“Help! help!”~ ~
120     XLVI|           a league distant.~ ~The voice of Blanche was lost in the
121     XLVI|            in an almost inaudible voice; “but I do not complain.
122     XLVI|        had been the victim.~ ~Her voice grew fainter and fainter.
123    XLVII|           demanded, in a terrible voice. “What are you doing here?
124    XLVII|            he asked, in a stifled voice. “My father is safe, is
125    XLVII|           repeated—“and no secret voice warned me! Dead! when?”~ ~“
126    XLVII|    thought.~ ~And in an imperious voice, he said:~ ~“You have no
127    XLVII|           Maurice, and in a husky voice he said:~ ~“What! you do
128    XLVII|       whom he had loved, and in a voice that would have made the
129   XLVIII|     desired to silence the inward voice that tormented her, she
130        L|            as if the sound of her voice would reassure her.~ ~“I
131        L|         extreme violence and in a voice vibrant with his still powerful
132       LI|       ring of independence in her voice.~ ~If visitors were present,
133       LI|          hiss of a serpent in the voice in which she continued:~ ~“
134       LI|       last, in a scarcely audible voice, she faltered:~ ~“I do not
135      LII|           Chupin existed, and his voice, even if it were not as
136      LII|       were not as terrible as the voice of conscience, might make
137      LII|               What an eye! what a voice!—they are not suited to
138     LIII|         revive a little, and in a voice of intense feeling, she
139     LIII| Marie-Anne’s brother.~ ~An inward voice, more powerful than reason,
140      LIV|        cease crying, in a panting voice:~ ~“Fly! Blanche, fly! Otto
141      LIV|         and said, in an imperious voice:~ ~“If you know how to hold