Chapter

  1        I|            the duke will not say a word; he will not wish to set
  2        I| Mademoiselle Marie-Anne—”~ ~“Not a word against her!” exclaimed
  3        I|     self-possession, and without a word to the messenger, he walked
  4       II|          give them time to utter a word.~ ~“Who permitted you to
  5       II|           must be returned.”~ ~The word “servant” was revolting
  6      III|      inquired Bibiaine.~ ~“Upon my word,” replied Martial, “I must
  7      III|           astonishment.~ ~“Upon my word, Abbe!” he said, with the
  8      III|       place.”~ ~He emphasized this word “former” in such a manner
  9      III|            they did not exchange a word; they listened.~ ~They heard
 10      III|            could not distinguish a word.~ ~Soon the priest re-entered
 11       IV|            reality.~ ~A beseeching word uttered in a low tone by
 12       IV|             ringing voice, “is the word of this man, who, of his
 13       IV|           outside, he said but one word to his daughter:~ ~“Well!”~ ~“
 14        V|          and vigorous sense of the word.~ ~She was seldom seen at
 15        V|            happened to him. Only a word from Mlle. Lacheneur had
 16       VI|           that magical and sublime word, love—so sweet to utter,
 17        X|        certainly, had never said a word which would lead him to
 18        X|          might possibly utter this word.~ ~Had he not good reason
 19        X|         sooner or later this fatal word would be uttered?~ ~And
 20        X|           large indemnity.”~ ~This word excited the duke’s anger.~ ~“
 21       XI|       entire future depends upon a word, or a gesture, twenty contradictory
 22       XI|      wounding. He forgot that this word “stranger” was the most
 23       XI|        strength enough to keep his word.~ ~“If these relations—as
 24      XIV|             and felt that a single word from him, for or against,
 25       XV|            and, without uttering a word, she led him to her son’
 26      XVI|         what you mean? Oh, say the word. But what does that matter?
 27      XVI|        wring from me only one more word on this subject. I have
 28      XVI|           into prison —a letter, a word, an act capable of being
 29      XVI|         and you have crossed it. A word to the wise is —salvation!”~ ~
 30     XVII|       blushed and was silent. At a word from him she became confused.
 31     XVII|          caressingly; “and upon my word, she has burned herself.”~ ~“
 32     XVII|       without vouchsafing a single word of explanation, took her
 33     XVII|         Mlle. Lacheneur said not a word. She was greatly surprised,
 34     XVII|        laid great stress upon this word—“I will be more generous
 35    XVIII|      remonstrances. Answer me in a word! Only understand this: if
 36       XX|              Then, without another word, he dragged the man to the
 37      XXI|         All our friends keep their word!” he exclaimed. “They are
 38      XXI|         that I should not break my word, father.”~ ~“And your mother,
 39     XXII|            just told me?”~ ~“Not a word.”~ ~“How many men are there
 40    XXIII|             but without uttering a word, he lifted her in his strong
 41    XXIII|        that he replied:~ ~“Upon my word, no; I shall not give his
 42    XXIII|           for a moment between the word of your son and the stories
 43     XXIV|      fugitives will be here. Not a word must be uttered in regard
 44     XXIV|        suggest, then added:~ ~“One word more; to see you standing
 45     XXIV|            Only I do not believe a word of this fiction.”~ ~A light
 46      XXV|           uttering only the single word:~ ~“Go!”~ ~He departed;
 47     XXVI|          six lines in all—but each word was a menace.~ ~That which
 48    XXVII|            half.~ ~Before the last word was fairly uttered, the
 49    XXVII|       audience.~ ~No one uttered a word.~ ~“At the least noise the
 50    XXVII|        labor wasted. I have only a word to say to my judges. Let
 51   XXVIII|            asks you to pledge your word that you will obey him——”~ ~“
 52   XXVIII|  importance to make.~ ~That potent word “revelations” made M. de
 53   XXVIII|     condition he would give me his word not to return to Montaignac
 54   XXVIII|       Marie-Anne could not utter a word, but she lifted her face
 55     XXIX|       Chanlouineau had given her a word, the same which he had used;
 56     XXIX|        which he had used; and this word was a key which would unlock
 57     XXIX|           awaiting some response—a word, a gesture. But Marie-Anne
 58     XXIX|     promised wife.”~ ~“Ah! say one word—only one—and this engagement,
 59     XXIX|       uniform, entered.~ ~“Upon my word!” he exclaimed, as he crossed
 60     XXIX|           angry explanation. Not a word. He listened with a nonchalant
 61     XXIX|            deigning to add another word, the marquis turned to Marie-Anne.~ ~“
 62      XXX|           to me in exchange for my word of honor.”~ ~M. de Courtornieu’
 63      XXX|          he, on account of a sharp word, quarrel with Martial—with
 64      XXX|          the baron.~ ~“Hush! not a word!” interrupted Bavois. “If
 65      XXX|       attention, sir, and obey the word of command.” Then he calmly
 66     XXXI|          the threshold:~ ~“Upon my word! it must be confessed that
 67     XXXI|          and penetrating that each word it uttered fell distinctly
 68     XXXI|         seized him. He whispered a word to his wife, then escaped
 69     XXXI|            example.~ ~An imprudent word from the little shepherd-boy,
 70     XXXI|        reigned. Not a sound, not a word replied.~ ~The spectre of
 71    XXXII|      accomplices.~ ~On hearing the word “investigation,” neither
 72    XXXII|            insignificant detail, a word, a gesture might ruin their
 73    XXXII|   dangerously wounded!”~ ~“Upon my word!” exclaimed the Duc de Sairmeuse, “
 74    XXXII|           that you do not mean one word of what you are saying,”
 75   XXXIII|        that he, too, had given his word, and that Mlle. Blanche
 76   XXXIII|        well.”~ ~But on hearing the word “pay,” which would have
 77    XXXIV|        staggered and said only one word.~ ~“Infamous!”~ ~“What must
 78     XXXV|            Poignot’s house.~ ~“One word more,” added the priest. “
 79     XXXV|          or let drop an indiscreet word.~ ~But on approaching the
 80    XXXVI|           heard Marie-Anne utter a word.~ ~“Poor girl!” she sighed; “
 81    XXXVI|            this letter whose every word palpitated with sublime
 82    XXXVI|        physician had not given his word lightly, and everything
 83   XXXVII|        will do. If you distrust my word, good-evening.”~ ~The situation
 84   XXXVII|          by his bedside; his first word was for his son.~ ~“Maurice?”
 85  XXXVIII|       followed him still without a word.~ ~They again crossed the
 86  XXXVIII|          me the shame of having my word doubted shall be punished
 87       XL|          nobility— fidelity to his word and undoubted valor.~ ~He
 88      XLI|         given in exchange for some word of counsel and of love from
 89     XLII|         and uttered the prohibited word, “madame.” The poor girl
 90     XLII|     necessity of the moment, and a word from Martial, decided him.~ ~
 91    XLIII|              He departed without a word, but also without attempting
 92     XLIV|             but he did not utter a word that was not connected with
 93      XLV|         days at Courtornieu, not a word! Do not stir from this spot;
 94      XLV|         blue glass, upon which the word “poison” was inscribed.~ ~“
 95      XLV|            turn her eyes from this word, which seemed to exert a
 96     XLVI|            she dared not utter the word poison— “the white powder
 97     XLVI|              to whom? Marie-Anne—a word more—a single word—a name,
 98     XLVI|    Marie-Anne—a word more—a single word—a name, Marie-Anne!”~ ~The
 99    XLVII|              He departed without a word, and hastened back to the
100    XLVII|         days to live.’”~ ~“Upon my word! that was exactly what I
101    XLVII| excessively grave. I remember each word of his reply.~ ~“‘Monsieur,’
102    XLVII|           heads, but did not say a word.~ ~The unfortunate man’s
103    XLVII|           leave the room.~ ~“Not a word, young men, not a threat!”
104    XLVII|           but not a gesture, not a word escaped his lips.~ ~Wonderful
105   XLVIII|            who might ruin her by a word, but whom she would ever
106     XLIX|         the depth of six feet.~ ~A word dropped by a peasant one
107      LII|          servant did not believe a word of this response; but they
108      LII|           see you again. And not a word—not a word to my husband,
109      LII|        again. And not a word—not a word to my husband, remember!”~ ~
110      LII|            Blanche shuddered. Each word found an echo in her own
111      LII|    horror-stricken to articulate a word, and for five minutes no
112      LII|         Chelteux did not believe a word of it, however; for, as
113      LII| unscrupulous masters; and before a word, or a gesture, or a look
114     LIII|        might fall at any moment. A word, a trifle, an unlucky chance—
115     LIII|       young man departed without a word.~ ~Evidently the mother
116     LIII|            a dog; alone, without a word of Christian counsel or
117       LV|                And without another word of explanation, he dragged