Chapter

  1        I|              support for himself, his wife, two sons—terrible youths,
  2        I|            abuse her bounty. Ask your wife if this is not so, Father
  3        I|               Chupin had gathered his wife and his children together,
  4       II|       installed himself and his young wife in the cottage formerly
  5       II|               it turn out well.~ ~His wife had given him two lovely
  6       II|             In all that concerned his wife or children, he did not
  7       II|            the year 1812, he lost his wife, the disasters of the year
  8      III| Anne-Marie-Martial.~ ~The loss of his wife did not render the Duc de
  9      III|             care of a relative of his wife, and began his roving life
 10      III|         shouts.~ ~The old rascal, his wife, and his children, all possessed
 11        V|                by his side, his noble wife presented a tranquil face,
 12        V|         August, M. d’Escorval and his wife had been unusually sad.
 13        V|               had sworn should be his wife—all his blood mounted madly
 14        V|          baron made no reply; but his wife spoke, believing she had
 15        V|              old Father Guvat and his wife. And I, surrounded by wealth
 16        V|              to give her to me for my wife.”~ ~
 17       VI|             my daughter be your son’s wife!”~ ~“Ah! it will kill my
 18       VI|           boys, and that old hag, his wife, ran after the carriage
 19     VIII|         terrible apprehensions of his wife.~ ~“We have nothing to fear,”
 20       IX|             that you will soon be his wife.”~ ~Marie-Anne shuddered
 21     XIII|           child of his third and last wife, a Cisse Blossac—she died
 22     XIII|              young man would lift his wife to the highest sphere of
 23       XV|              to M. d’Escorval and his wife, those only know who have
 24      XVI|            who wishes to make her his wife, and Monsieur de Sairmeuse,
 25      XVI|              the memory of my sainted wife who lies beneath the sod,
 26     XVII|             never be that young man’s wife.”~ ~“But why? They speak
 27    XVIII|         Sairmeuse. If she became your wife to-day, they would desert
 28    XVIII|              succeed, she shall be my wife; if we fail——”~ ~The gesture
 29      XIX|             asked him to make her his wife he would not have said no.~ ~
 30     XXIV|              and his chagrin from his wife.~ ~It was the first time
 31     XXIV|             thus to yield to despair! Wife, where is your energy? Christian,
 32      XXV|            But will you not now be my wife in the sight of men, as
 33     XXVI|          rendering any service to the wife of a man upon whom the burden
 34   XXVIII|              order the removal of his wife who was sobbing and moaning
 35   XXVIII|            succeed, she shall be your wife. Only,’ he added, ‘I must
 36   XXVIII|           brave! You will soon be the wife of Maurice. And when you
 37     XXIX|                I implore you to be my wife.”~ ~Marie-Anne listened
 38     XXIX|            dislike me when you are my wife. We will all live in England
 39     XXIX|          Courtornieu is your promised wife.”~ ~“Ah! say one word—only
 40      XXX|             what was to become of his wife and his son?~ ~His agony
 41      XXX|                in a last embrace, his wife and his son.~ ~Yet, how
 42      XXX|               misfortunes. He saw his wife writhing in agony, perhaps
 43      XXX|               explains why neither my wife nor son came to visit me,”
 44      XXX|       Transported with happiness, his wife sprang forward with open
 45     XXXI|               whispered a word to his wife, then escaped through the
 46     XXXI|             the adjoining room.~ ~The wife of the innkeeper was there
 47     XXXI|               pleaded the innkeeper’s wife, still on her knees before
 48     XXXI|           such a struggle.”~ ~But the wife of the traitor rose, and
 49     XXXI|             quick movement Balstain’s wife pushed Lacheneur out, and
 50     XXXI|        gendarmes that the innkeeper’s wife had warned him against,
 51     XXXI|           woman!” he whispered to his wife, “do you not know that any
 52     XXXI|                A stifled cry from his wife interrupted him.~ ~He turned,
 53     XXXI|             asylum.~ ~Antoine and his wife looked at each other with
 54     XXXI|            will miss us.”~ ~“And your wife?” asked Lacheneur.~ ~The
 55     XXXI|       imperiously, to Antoine and his wife. “I am going out; they must
 56    XXXIV|             the moment when his young wife hung upon his arm, proud
 57    XXXIV|              the room, when his young wife, wild with despair, tried
 58    XXXIV|           himself, Martial pushed his wife roughly aside.~ ~“Wretch!”
 59     XXXV|               Heavens! how pleased my wife will be. We have a great
 60     XXXV|             sword-thrust. Neither his wife nor himself knew how to
 61     XXXV|           There is no one here but my wife and boys—no one will betray
 62    XXXVI|            foot accompanied by a sick wife. He congratulated himself
 63    XXXVI|           this young lady really your wife, Monsieur—Dubois?”~ ~He
 64   XXXVII|            glance was for his devoted wife, who was seated by his bedside;
 65   XXXVII|           suddenly separated from his wife, Maurice wished to confer
 66  XXXVIII|             Blanche, his newly wedded wife, who attempted to detain
 67  XXXVIII|              scene. My father and —my wife will be seeking me. I will
 68  XXXVIII|          himself alone with his young wife, his father, and the Marquis
 69  XXXVIII|              father, the other to his wife.~ ~
 70    XXXIX|              misfortune.”~ ~The young wife believed that he was anxious
 71    XXXIX|            the misery of the deserted wife, for that she was deserted
 72    XXXIX|             father, the other, to his wife.~ ~For a moment or more
 73    XXXIX|               allowance befitting the wife of a man~ ~whose income
 74       XL|               the rupture between his wife and himself.~ ~“I cannot
 75       XL|         especially Blanche, his son’s wife?~ ~He must, at least, see
 76       XL|           indeed,” repeated the young wife, sadly, but without bitterness. “
 77       XL|        murmured, “but his daughter—my wife.”~ ~
 78      XLI|              paler than death, and my wife had certainly been crying.
 79     XLII|              had seen her a maiden, a wife, and a widow.~ ~For was
 80     XLII|               his old home, where his wife and his two boys still lived.~ ~
 81     XLII|            taken more than usual, his wife and his sons generally attempted
 82     XLII|              I have been drinking; my wife is quite capable of poisoning
 83    XLIII|             adroitly questioned by my wife, declares that he has not
 84      XLV|              at me, the poor forsaken wife, whose marriage was but
 85     XLVI|            courage to forsake me, his wife, as a drunken lackey would
 86     XLVI|            inaudible voice; “I am the wife of Maurice d’Escorval. Here
 87     XLVI|              knock at the door.~ ~His wife and youngest son were sleeping
 88    XLVII|     suffocating here,” he said to his wife. “I am suffocating. Time
 89    XLVII|            from the mattress, and the wife and sons of the dead man,
 90   XLVIII|         feigned. Poor girl! she is my wife, after all. The reasons
 91       LI|          found himself alone with his wife, he exclaimed, in a tone
 92       LI|         always used in addressing his wife, he said:~ ~“It only remains
 93      LII|                 He looked up when his wife entered the room, and she
 94      LII|            rather than addressing his wife, he said, despondently:~ ~“
 95      LII|             last he paused before his wife.~ ~“I have just ordered
 96      LII|               drank in no time.~ ~His wife gave birth to a child, and
 97     LIII|              He was a stranger to his wife. His manner toward her was
 98     LIII|            her tormentor had told his wife the secret of his power.~ ~“
 99      LIV|          mockery!”~ ~He looked at his wife, radiant in her beauty,
100      LIV|          given him Marie-Anne for his wife! He said this to himself
101      LIV|              really tried to love his wife; he had done his best to
102      LIV|          overcome his aversion to his wife, and seek a reconciliation.~ ~“
103      LIV|               If I have not a beloved wife at my fireside, I may at
104      LIV|            your place, would watch my wife.”~ ~It was only an anonymous
105      LIV|            his own conduct toward his wife since their marriage, he
106      LIV|        duchess.~ ~“It is certainly my wife; but why is she dressed
107      LIV|               if Martial followed his wife into the Poivriere, Jean
108      LIV|             horrified when he saw his wife enter that vile den, as
109      LIV|          impulses.~ ~He rushed to his wife’s apartments.~ ~“Madame
110      LIV|             which had belonged to his wife ever since she was a young
111      LIV|          brain reeled.~ ~A child! His wife had a child!~ ~He read on: “
112      LIV|             of this woman who was his wife—by her criminal audacity,
113      LIV|      pretended to be ill. To meet his wife and be silent, was beyond
114      LIV|            rendezvous even before his wife, he had disguised himself
115      LIV|             he knew where to find his wife, a slight delay in finding
116      LIV|               the opening.~ ~Yes, his wife was indeed there in that
117       LV|         Mariembourg, with Toinon, the wife of Polyte Chupin, as well
118       LV|             two bounds he reached his wife’s apartments. The door was
119       LV|               He must have killed his wife on returning home, but his