Chapter

  1        I|          years ago, Lacheneur was a poor devil like myself; now,
  2        I|      mistress, there would not be a poor man in the country; and
  3        I|       enough left then to grind the poor under foot.”~ ~After his
  4       II|             along like one of those poor soldiers, mortally wounded
  5       II|         twenty Lacheneur was only a poor ploughboy in the service
  6       II|             People believe me to be poor, but they are mistaken.
  7       II|         regarded myself.~ ~“If your poor sainted mother was still
  8      III|            before he comes, for the poor, dear man has not breakfasted
  9      III|             master. This was clean, poor, and bare. The walls were
 10      III|           Cure now!”~ ~The son of a poor farmer in the environs of
 11      III|     Sairmeuse, thank God! is not so poor as she says.”~ ~Neither
 12       IV|              your aunt, accorded my poor mother the honor of acting
 13        V|           most cruel anxieties, the poor youth could not resolve
 14        V|             property consisted of a poor little cottage near the
 15       VI|          had been reared like other poor peasant girls; that is to
 16       VI|            happy I am!”~ ~Alas! the poor boy was in too much haste
 17       VI|           soon he began telling the poor fools that they must burn
 18       VI|            greeted him! I am only a poor peasant, but never would
 19      VII|          what was to become of them—poor devils— without aid, without
 20      VII|    relatives, or for his friends.~ ~Poor king! He should have had
 21     VIII|          attempt at consolation.~ ~“Poor Maurice!” murmured Mme.
 22     VIII|        longer had any home except a poor thatch-covered hovel, whose
 23     VIII|          weeping.~ ~At this thought poor Maurice was heartbroken.~ ~
 24     VIII|         Lacheneur left Sairmeuse as poor as he entered it.”~ ~On
 25       IX|             he said, despondently. “Poor fool that I was! I believed
 26       IX|          are beyond the strength of poor human nature? Understand
 27       IX|           misfortune is crushing my poor father to the earth, shall
 28       IX|        cannot consent to desert the poor abode of a despairing and
 29        X|         restoring Sairmeuse.~ ~This poor man to whom he had displayed
 30        X|           paid for it —not even the poor wretches who envied his
 31       XI|             family and mine.”~ ~The poor youth tried to excuse himself,
 32       XI|         have ears.”~ ~“Ah, well! my poor boy, you must not believe
 33     XIII|         deeply. It was written by a poor child in whom I have taken
 34     XIII|            must have seen her, this poor Marie-Anne, Monsieur le
 35     XIII|    compassion that she murmured:~ ~“Poor girl! What will become of
 36     XIII|            or cousin, rather, was a poor relation whom M. de Courtornieu
 37     XIII|          will be, hereafter, only a poor~ peasant girl, as her mother
 38     XIII|             the drawing-room.~ ~The poor girl was paler than usual;
 39       XV|         swam before the eyes of the poor woman; she feared she was
 40       XV|            he had been a priest the poor so often asked advice of
 41       XV|                The condition of the poor youth was really very critical;
 42      XVI|          more than twenty years the poor woman had never, for a single
 43      XVI|          will succeed.’ Ah! I was a poor, foolish father! The friend
 44     XVII|         less than three months that poor woman had been completely
 45     XVII|           such sweet tones that the poor lady was as much amazed
 46     XVII|             my beloved daughter, my poor Marie-Anne, you did not
 47    XVIII|         himself, entertained.~ ~“My poor Maurice,” he thought, “is
 48    XVIII|             suit.”~ ~“Alas! yes, my poor boy. It is through Marie-Anne
 49    XVIII|       assure the happiness of these poor children.~ ~But if a feeling
 50      XXI|              We will persuade these poor, misguided men to return
 51     XXII|          during this interval, only poor dependents in rich families
 52     XXII|        incoherent phrases, to which poor Aunt Medea listened with
 53     XXII|           you hear anything?”~ ~The poor dependent listened. Both
 54     XXII|            their way,” they said.~ ~Poor deluded creatures! They
 55    XXIII| fowling-pieces and clubs that these poor peasants could force an
 56    XXIII|             about twenty minutes.~ ~Poor simple creatures!~ ~They
 57     XXIV|            might indeed believe the poor girl dead, to see her lying
 58     XXIV|        would be fatal to yours!”~ ~“Poor child!” exclaimed Mme. d’
 59      XXV|       servants were deceiving these poor people. The duke, just then,
 60    XXVII|          you would take pity on the poor wretches who surround me.
 61    XXVII|         voice.~ ~The despair of the poor peasant women had been reawakened,
 62    XXVII|             convict and condemn the poor peasants, of whom no one
 63    XXVII|             place his hand over the poor youth’s lips.~ ~But the
 64   XXVIII|    preparations for her journey.~ ~“Poor woman!” the lawyer whispered
 65   XXVIII|         Marie-Anne,” said he.~ ~The poor girl shuddered at the thought
 66   XXVIII|            double-quick, march! The poor devil over there must be
 67   XXVIII|       pitiless!”~ ~It seemed to the poor girl that he was reproaching
 68   XXVIII|             misjudged your brother. Poor Jean’s appearance is terribly
 69   XXVIII|              think sometimes of the poor peasant who loved you so
 70     XXIX|              I said to myself: ‘The poor girl must be terribly anxious.
 71     XXIX|    misunderstood the meaning of the poor girl’s gesture.~ ~“Oh! I
 72     XXIX|             for her sake.~ ~And the poor peasant condemned to death,
 73     XXIX|            her lips.~ ~“I am only a poor girl, Monsieur le Marquis,”
 74     XXIX|            now I doubted it.”~ ~The poor girl bowed her head, crimsoning
 75     XXIX|            very large sheet of very poor paper. I recollect that
 76      XXX|            side of the wall.~ ~This poor M. de Courtornieu had been
 77     XXXI|              See, Madame,” said the poor fugitive gently, “how can
 78     XXXI|          you for your kindness to a poor fugitive. But you have done
 79     XXXI|              as generous and proud. Poor Marie-Anne! And I have pitilessly
 80    XXXII|             yet he succeeded.~ ~But poor Chanlouineau could not conceive
 81    XXXII|            useless!” he murmured.~ ~Poor generous peasant! His heart
 82   XXXIII|           should not have tempted a poor man with wealth like that.
 83   XXXIII|       anyone else, how little these poor men, whose lives they had
 84    XXXIV|          who had taken the place of poor Abbe Midon.~ ~At the close
 85     XXXV|        explains the noise which the poor baron heard in the next
 86     XXXV|            smitten with remorse.~ ~“Poor man!” he murmured. “I shall
 87     XXXV|          growled. “If I had trusted poor Monsieur d’Escorval, he
 88     XXXV|             I would like to see the poor man,” he said, sadly.~ ~“
 89     XXXV|           he had given shelter to a poor man who had received an
 90    XXXVI|         Marie-Anne utter a word.~ ~“Poor girl!” she sighed; “poor,
 91    XXXVI|            Poor girl!” she sighed; “poor, wretched girl!”~ ~It was
 92    XXXVI|             Chanlouineau was only a poor peasant. His entire education
 93    XXXVI|        vouchsafed a glance~ ~to the poor peasant who has loved you
 94    XXXVI|   Marie-Anne’s troubled conscience. Poor girl! she was suffering
 95   XXXVII|        journey, proved that in this poor maimed body remained a power
 96   XXXVII|       physician and surgeon for the poor of his parish, had an almost
 97   XXXVII|           his track? Depart!”~ ~The poor boy, quite overwhelmed,
 98      XLI|             windows.~ ~They saw the poor girl pay the driver, and
 99      XLI|             led her to suppose. The poor peasant who made his breakfast
100     XLII|      prohibited word, “madame.” The poor girl was instantly dismissed,
101     XLII|           to herself.~ ~But it cost poor Aunt Medea, the inevitable
102     XLII|         Another freak!” groaned the poor relative, overcome with
103    XLIII|             the heartless hussy!”~ ~Poor Marie-Anne, indeed, had
104     XLIV|           said, gloomily.~ ~“You—my poor Jean! you!”~ ~He surveyed
105     XLIV|            a life yours must be, my poor brother! Why did you not
106     XLIV|        pressed her to his heart.~ ~“Poor sister—poor Marie-Anne—you
107     XLIV|           his heart.~ ~“Poor sister—poor Marie-Anne—you will never
108      XLV|            best you can.”~ ~And the poor dependent struggled on.~ ~
109      XLV|          all was too meagre and too poor! Miserable dupe that I am!
110      XLV|          Here they laugh at me, the poor forsaken wife, whose marriage
111      XLV|         orders she had received the poor woman would remain motionless
112     XLVI|            death are my punishment. Poor child! I abandoned him to
113    XLVII|             spectacle before him.~ ~Poor Marie-Anne was lying on
114    XLVII|       weakness, and approaching the poor girl, he took her hand.~ ~
115    XLVII|        cannot allow the body of the poor girl to remain here upon
116    XLVII|           slept upon this bed which poor Chanlouineau had destined
117    XLVII|             here only five minutes. Poor boy! after I told him that
118   XLVIII|      weakness could not be feigned. Poor girl! she is my wife, after
119     XLIX|            the neighborhood.~ ~“The poor young man has lost his reason!”
120     XLIX|             on his son’s account.~ ~Poor Maurice! his heart was broken
121        L|       ambition and the dream of the poor dependent. But how to accomplish
122       LI|             For example, though the poor dependent still retained
123       LI|             remain to watch over my poor father. You will be happy
124       LI|            it surprises you to hear poor, meek, much-abused Aunt
125       LI|       dearly for the crime of being poor. How you have insulted me—
126       LI|            have handsome toilets, I—poor Aunt Medea—who have never
127       LI|              and in order that your poor relation should do honor
128       LI|          not understand you.”~ ~The poor dependent shrugged her shoulders,
129      LII|        whose service did he perish? Poor old man! he loved you devotedly.
130      LII|           Ah! it was there where my poor father was nearly murdered.”~ ~“
131     LIII|              and such a help to his poor mother—had discovered a
132     LIII|               Now, the death of the poor old woman affected her deeply.~ ~
133     LIII|         money when he was often too poor to appease his hunger?~ ~
134     LIII|     engagement was nothing; but the poor comedian was afterward fortunate
135     LIII|      nothing during the life of her poor husband, who had always
136       LV|      glittered in Martial’s eye.~ ~“Poor, unhappy woman!” he murmured; “
137       LV|     consecrated the heritage~ of my poor Marie-Anne.~ ~“Those to
138       LV|      administered by her own hand.~ Poor Marie-Anne! she would have