Chapter

  1        I|             The old rogue shook his head with affected commiseration.~ ~“
  2       II|            formerly occupied by the head game-keeper, near the entrance
  3       II|             but he always shook his head sadly, as he replied:~ ~“
  4       II|             murmured, with drooping head, “if the money that I gave
  5       II|            in this cupboard, at the head of my bed, in a stout oaken
  6       II|            The girl sadly shook her head.~ ~“Why do you resort to
  7       IV|       civility with a motion of the head.~ ~“Monsieur le Duc,” continued
  8       IV|            He quitted the room with head proudly erect, and when
  9        V|         steps behind them, with his head bowed upon his breast, terribly
 10        V|              M. Lacheneur shook his head.~ ~“The judges will not
 11       VI|            with an old family whose head was universally respected.~ ~
 12       VI|    embarrassed, she turned away her head, perhaps to conceal the
 13       VI|            very young to become the head of a family; but, as you
 14       VI|              M. Lacheneur shook his head.~ ~“Monsieur Maurice,” said
 15       VI|             young farmer raised his head.~ ~“Come up,” shouted Lacheneur; “
 16       VI|              so he took it into his head to give this old noble a
 17     VIII|          resting upon the sill, his head supported by his hands,
 18       IX|          place!”~ ~Maurice hung his head, abashed by her earnest
 19       IX|          branches made him turn his head.~ ~Scarcely ten paces off,
 20       XI|             young marquis shook his head gravely.~ ~“You are quick
 21      XII|             swoon, then lifting her head haughtily in her pride and
 22      XII|           If I harmed a hair of his head, Marie-Anne would never
 23     XIII|           solemn in deportment. The head that surmounted his angular
 24     XIII|            high upon the top of her head, escaped a profusion of
 25       XV|          applications of ice to his head.~ ~In a moment all the household
 26      XVI|             died.”~ ~She raised her head proudly, sought M. d’Escorval’
 27      XVI|            francs.”~ ~Jean hung his head; he was evidently angry,
 28     XVII|        nervous spasm shook her from head to foot.~ ~“Can this be
 29    XVIII|      Maurice.~ ~The baron shook his head despondently. “I thought
 30    XVIII|           are risking only your own head; you are endangering your
 31       XX|         elevated to the position of head gamekeeper.~ ~It was evident
 32       XX|            flight.~ ~“May I lose my head if I do not speak the truth,”
 33      XXI|          they sprang to the horse’s head.~ ~“Lacheneur,” cried the
 34      XXI|           spill will fall upon your head, and upon the heads of your
 35     XXII|       fortifications in safety. The head of the advancing column
 36    XXIII|          and placing himself at the head of about five hundred men,
 37    XXIII|        Chanlouineau sadly shook his head.~ ~“What is the use of denying
 38    XXIII|            I am on horseback at the head of my troops, my life imperilled,
 39    XXIII|       secret.”~ ~The duke shook his head.~ ~“All this is scarcely
 40    XXIII|        Lacheneur—”~ ~“Who is at the head of the movement? yes, Marquis.
 41     XXIV|   convulsive shudder shook her from head to foot.~ ~“Your father,
 42     XXIV|       replied:~ ~“I have not put my head outside the door this evening.”~ ~“
 43      XXV|            You must go openly, with head erect, and you must even
 44      XXV|             yours.”~ ~She shook her head sadly.~ ~“I was terrified,”
 45    XXVII|               Chanlouineau held his head proudly erect, and looked
 46    XXVII|           with a simple bend of the head, Chanlouineau made a gesture
 47    XXVII|           hurl it at the prisoner’s head.~ ~Chanlouineau stood perfectly
 48    XXVII|            exclaimed. “To-morrow my head will be off, and you think
 49    XXVII|              The prisoner shook his head.~ ~“I will give it to you
 50    XXVII|             I have lost; here is my head. But if you were not more
 51   XXVIII|                The priest bowed his head; she understood.~ ~“Death!”
 52   XXVIII|         cell?”~ ~The abbe shook his head.~ ~“No,” said he; “Madame
 53   XXVIII|           young man sadly shook his head.~ ~“Is it possible that
 54   XXVIII|       Maurice placed himself at the head of one division, and you
 55     XXIX|           friends.”~ ~She bowed her head, almost crushed beneath
 56     XXIX|             The poor girl bowed her head, crimsoning with shame to
 57     XXIX|         said to me.”~ ~Boldly, with head erect, and clear, firm voice,
 58      XXX|             calm and composed, with head erect, and steadfast eye,
 59      XXX|   impossible for him to put out his head and see how far he was above
 60     XXXI|         price had been set upon his head. This frightful thought
 61     XXXI|        death that hovered above his head imparted such an imposing
 62     XXXI|             He walked on with bowed head, a prey to the most sinister
 63   XXXIII|          his own accord, placed his head upon the block.~ ~A few
 64    XXXIV|            had expected to lose his head, heard himself, with astonishment,
 65     XXXV|          lying upon the ground, his head supported on Mme. d’Escorval’
 66     XXXV|          eyes closed again, and his head fell back a dead weight.
 67     XXXV|          The priest sadly shook his head, and pointing to heaven:~ ~“
 68     XXXV|             very pale and shook his head gravely, while the priest
 69     XXXV|           Corporal Bavois, with his head bound up with bloodstained
 70    XXXVI|           limbs sank under her, her head whirled, and an intense
 71    XXXVI|             The physician shook his head.~ ~“Excuse me, you are no
 72   XXXVII|             Poignot boys put in his head, then quickly withdrew it.~ ~
 73    XXXIX|             orange flowers from her head, and trampled them under
 74    XXXIX|           his body has flown to his head,” remarked the duke, with
 75    XXXIX|           marquis gravely shook his head.~ ~“If I do that,” said
 76      XLI|          you fear?”~ ~She shook her head sadly and replied:~ ~“I
 77     XLII|         have any wickedness in your head, do it yourself!”~ ~He shouldered
 78     XLII|           my money, and he saved my head—I sentenced him to death.
 79     XLII|             received a wound in the head. I also examined his hat,
 80     XLII|               The servant shook his head.~ ~“I suspect that old poacher,
 81     XLII|          applications of ice to the head, leeches, and a potion,
 82     XLII| embarrassment, and turning away her head to hide her crimson face,
 83    XLIII|         anything that came into his head.~ ~Mme. Blanche soon discovered
 84     XLIV|            He surveyed himself from head to foot, and said, with
 85     XLIV|          Sairmeuse.”~ ~Marie-Anne’s head whirled.~ ~This was the
 86      XLV|             on iron rings.~ ~At the head of the bed, fastened to
 87     XLVI|        bloody foam to her lips, her head sank back, and she lay motionless.~ ~“
 88     XLVI|          Marie-Anne sadly shook her head.~ ~“Nothing can save me
 89    XLVII|          But Jean gravely shook his head.~ ~“If I seem so to you,
 90    XLVII|          bed.”~ ~Jean trembled from head to foot, and his hesitation
 91    XLVII|               The abbe knelt at the head of the bed and began the
 92    XLVII|            a few inches from Jean’s head, he exclaimed:~ ~“And you,
 93    XLVII|             found him standing with head thrown back, eyes dilated
 94        L|      Blanche; but she now shook her head, and gloomily replied:~ ~“
 95        L|            the lock. She lifted her head from the pillow with a start.~ ~
 96        L|           she had drawn up over her head, she saw it still.~ ~Not
 97       LI|           Thanks!”~ ~She raised her head, and a dangerous light gleamed
 98       LI|                Aunt Medea shook her head.~ ~“I am not such a fool,”
 99      LII|          she did not even raise her head as the servant delivered
100      LII|           could survey himself from head to foot, and by the beautiful
101      LII|          was finished he lifted his head, and said, proudly:~ ~“I
102      LII|       demands.”~ ~Chupin nodded his head in acquiescence.~ ~“Very
103      LII|          found Martial there.~ ~His head was bowed upon his breast;
104      LII|           Martial gravely bowed his head. It was his only reply.~ ~“
105      LII|           battle, and it was with a head bound up in a blood-stained
106     LIII|           natural in reality.~ ~The head of a family, whether he
107     LIII|       killed him by a blow upon the head with a piece of iron.~ ~
108      LIV|             and without turning her head, and kept her face persistently
109      LIV|             the neck, he forced her head down upon the table.~ ~The
110      LIV|        adversary fell, striking his head against the corner of the
111       LV|              in such a way that his head was scarcely a yard from