Chapter

  1        I|     generally be found, glass in hand, in the bar-room of the
  2        I| Whereupon he placed a coin in my hand and said: ‘Well! go and
  3       II|       ask Father Barrois for the hand of his daughter Martha;
  4       II|      starvation were not near at hand.~ ~“Such was my condition
  5      III|      carriage-window, waving his hand to the honest Chupin family,
  6      III|          centre of the room, one hand upon her hip, and gesticulating
  7        V|          a plan drawn by his own hand; and it was the dearest
  8        V|       unfortunately, perhaps—his hand was arrested by the recollection
  9        V|         Escorval offered him his hand.~ ~“I have told you already
 10        V|          the touch of that loyal hand which clasped his so warmly,
 11        V|      said, “desire to press your hand. I wish to tell you that
 12       VI|          furtive pressure of the hand.~ ~The parents could not
 13       VI|         my son’s behalf, ask the hand of your daughter in marriage.”~ ~
 14       VI|         a six-franc piece in the hand of each of the wretches.
 15       VI|          I felt the old rascal’s hand upon me my blood boiled.
 16      VII|          not hasten to press the hand of the Duc de Sairmeuse.
 17       IX|     toward her, and catching her hand raised it to his lips.~ ~
 18       IX|          to his lips.~ ~But this hand, which she had so often
 19       XI|         the impulse to press his hand; and this gesture was his
 20       XI|        of Monsieur Lacheneur the hand of his daughter——”~ ~“And
 21     XIII|       the young girl held in her hand, and added:~ ~“But I fear
 22      XIV|          so many suitors for her hand.~ ~“Besides,” she thought,
 23      XIV|        carry matters with a high hand. Do you think that this
 24       XV|       were parched. She took his hand; it was burning; and still
 25       XV|  misfortune. But no—she took his hand, and, without uttering a
 26       XV|        Lacheneur has refused the hand of his daughter, which I
 27      XVI|    himself, he took Marie-Anne’s hand, and pressing it affectionately,
 28      XVI|      eyes, but she drew away her hand.~ ~“Ah! it is you who are
 29      XVI|  reassure you——”~ ~He raised his hand as if to take an oath, and
 30      XVI|     destiny. But if some day the hand of the executioner is laid
 31      XVI|        the baron, he pressed his hand as if to bid him an eternal
 32     XVII|         view of aspirants to her hand amused her, she encouraged
 33     XVII| Sairmeuse formally demanded your hand on behalf of his son; your
 34     XVII|        even disdaining to lend a hand occasionally.~ ~“He, a nobleman,
 35     XVII|  Sairmeuse?”~ ~“Has demanded the hand of your friend. Yes, my
 36     XVII|        she started suddenly as a hand was laid gently upon her
 37     XVII|          of reckoning is near at hand!”~ ~Those whom he threatened
 38    XVIII|         for him to refuse me the hand of his daughter. Whatever
 39    XVIII|      this gun which I hold in my hand I will blow out my brains.”~ ~
 40    XVIII|        Marie-Anne, he seized her hand and raised it to his lips,
 41       XX|        no. They longed to have a hand in managing the ship of
 42       XX|       and thousands of allies at hand to suppress it?~ ~And when
 43       XX|          think it was so near at hand.”~ ~This terrible blow,
 44     XXII|      speaker with his gun in his hand. If a man had uttered those
 45    XXIII|   conquer. Reinforcements are at hand; two thousand men are following
 46    XXIII|         It was God who stayed my hand by reminding me of her despair.
 47    XXIII|      duke’s infantry was near at hand.~ ~The rebels heard the
 48    XXIII|     troubled him.~ ~On the other hand, what could have become
 49     XXIV|       and incessantly passed her hand across her forehead, thickly
 50     XXIV|        you, can we not?”~ ~Every hand was raised as if to call
 51     XXIV|   further proof. He extended his hand to the corporal, and, in
 52      XXV|        with his white cap in his hand.~ ~On such a day politeness
 53      XXV|        be put down with a strong hand!” urged M. de Courtornieu.~ ~“
 54    XXVII|        myself—that I have had no hand in this conspiracy.”~ ~“
 55    XXVII|          in his voice when, with hand uplifted, he swore to tell
 56    XXVII|          him back, and place his hand over the poor youth’s lips.~ ~
 57    XXVII|         shook them warmly by the hand, and thanked them for their
 58   XXVIII|   grenadiers, entered, his right hand lifted to his cap, as if
 59   XXVIII|       mind when death is near at hand.~ ~He was almost certain
 60   XXVIII|   Chanlouineau took Marie-Anne’s hand and drew her to the tiny
 61   XXVIII|         Marie-Anne drew away her hand and stepped back.~ ~This
 62   XXVIII|        and it was written by the hand of the Marquis de Sairmeuse.
 63     XXIX|          circular written by the hand of Monsieur Martial, and
 64     XXIX|        it was written in my best hand on a very large sheet of
 65     XXIX|       who would give their right hand for this execrable letter.
 66      XXX|      new-comer.~ ~“I am going to hand it to Baron d’Escorval,
 67      XXX|         suspect me of having any hand in the baron’s escape?”~ ~“
 68      XXX|    willing to lend him a helping hand?’ I replied: ‘Present,’
 69      XXX|           The baron extended his hand, and in a voice trembling
 70     XXXI|           Lacheneur extended his hand to them.~ ~“Then I am saved,”
 71     XXXI|       farmers did not accept the hand he offered.~ ~“We should
 72     XXXI|         peasant placed his large hand kindly upon his guest’s
 73     XXXI|      Lacheneur took his friend’s hand and pressed it tenderly.~ ~“
 74    XXXII|        of a great culprit to the hand of justice,” as he said.~ ~
 75   XXXIII|        Martial, “I recognize the hand of the priest.”~ ~It was,
 76   XXXIII|       see if he needed a helping hand.”~ ~This was a plausible
 77    XXXIV|       Escorval.”~ ~With an eager hand, Martial broke the seal.
 78    XXXIV|    holding an open letter in one hand and leading with the other
 79    XXXIV|     coldly.~ ~Martial lifted his hand; everyone believed that
 80     XXXV|         climb up to that window, hand over hand. Not an easy matter!
 81     XXXV|        to that window, hand over hand. Not an easy matter! A carpeted
 82     XXXV|         Ah! I will give my right hand, if necessary, to save him!”
 83    XXXVI|      woman obeyed; with an eager hand Marie-Anne examined the
 84    XXXVI| trembling; it betrayed the stiff hand of a man more accustomed
 85    XXXVI|    Marie-Anne—The outbreak is at hand. Whether it succeeds, or~ ~
 86    XXXVI|        the physician pressed his hand.~ ~“It is just as I supposed,”
 87    XXXVI|      paper which she held in her hand, exclaimed in frenzied tones:~ ~“
 88   XXXVII|      heart trembled, but not the hand that held the knife, although
 89  XXXVIII|         The letter written by my hand, in exchange for which my
 90  XXXVIII|      have killed her with my own hand had she accepted your offer.
 91  XXXVIII|      think of Jean Lacheneur. My hand will be in it.”~ ~He was
 92    XXXIX|        to the rescue.~ ~With her hand still aching from Martial’
 93    XXXIX|          take them openly by the hand.~ ~Just when they believed
 94    XXXIX|      future.~ ~But, on the other hand, had not the Marquis de
 95       XL|   anxiety that he lent a helping hand in harnessing the horses
 96     XLII|         She recognized Martial’s hand in all this, as Marie-Anne
 97     XLII|       that terrible knife in his hand.~ ~Seeing Mme. Blanche he
 98     XLII|        was expecting to feel the hand of the executioner upon
 99     XLII|         The retired officers are hand and glove in with him. He
100     XLII|          Lacheneur. On the other hand, no one in the neighborhood
101    XLIII|          of course. On the other hand, I know that my rascally
102    XLIII|     fortifications. On the other hand, the postman at Sairmeuse,
103     XLIV|         his gun heavily with his hand, he exclaimed:~ ~“Here is
104      XLV|          Aunt Medea extended her hand to the bell-rope, but her
105      XLV|      another!”~ ~And with a firm hand, she took up one of the
106      XLV|          alcohol.~ ~But when her hand came in contact with the
107      XLV|    contents into the palm of her hand. It was a fine, white powder,
108      XLV|         passed and re-passed her hand across her forehead, which
109     XLVI|       there had been aid near at hand, it would have come too
110    XLVII|       the poor girl, he took her hand.~ ~It was icy cold; the
111    XLVII|   inverted it on the palm of his hand—it was empty.~ ~“I was not
112    XLVII|          it.~ ~But, on the other hand, how could her death possibly
113    XLVII|       father should perish by my hand,” he murmured; “and now
114    XLVII|         the bed, and with a firm hand turned back the sheet that
115    XLVII|     Marie-Anne’s bedside.~ ~With hand uplifted to heaven over
116   XLVIII|       power.~ ~But, on the other hand, if she deceived her, was
117      LII|     thrust her purse in Chupin’s hand and dragged him through
118      LII|       held an open letter in his hand.~ ~He looked up when his
119      LII|     share with his dagger in his hand.~ ~There had been a battle,
120      LIV|      note written in a miserable hand, that said: “Two thousand
121      LIV|        with a small glass in her hand, talking volubly and punctuating
122      LIV|          had his revolver in his hand; he fired twice and the
123       LV|          administered by her own hand.~ Poor Marie-Anne! she would
124       LV|      this letter with a feverish hand, and giving it to the messenger
125       LV|        written by the Duke’s own hand, of his presence at the