Chapter

  1        I|     stopped the beating of every heart.~ ~Who could say that this
  2        I|      read Father Chupin’s secret heart, brusquely interrupted him:~ ~“
  3        I|       had aroused. In his secret heart he experienced the satisfaction
  4       II|      mood; and she trembled, her heart torn by the most frightful
  5       II|          upon Marie-Anne’s loyal heart.~ ~“Restitution must be
  6       II|    separation from him whom your heart has chosen.”~ ~He had spoken
  7       II|              I think I know your heart, Maurice; this evening I
  8      III|          of Sairmeuse filled his heart with gloomy forebodings.
  9       IV|        of humble origin, but his heart and his character had developed
 10        V|       the treasure of her virgin heart of far greater value than
 11        V|        shall certainly know your heart.”~ ~What could this mean?
 12        V|          I know you; I know your heart. And have you not done me
 13        V|          gentle in manner, had a heart that was inaccessible to
 14        V|         generous dictates of her heart.~ ~“And I, also, Monsieur
 15       VI|          that she knew Maurice’s heart.~ ~He, however, continued:~ ~“
 16      VII|         own mind and in your own heart.”~ ~Abbe Midon was silent.
 17      VII|          by no means susceptible heart that day. He was thinking
 18     VIII|  occupied by Marie-Anne; and his heart always quickened its throbbing
 19     VIII|     abode she, in her charitable heart, had intended as an asylum
 20       IX|         tumult raging in his own heart, exerted a beneficial effect
 21       IX|          secret recesses of your heart even the slightest shadow
 22       IX|       way to touch your father’s heart.”~ ~She blushed slightly,
 23       IX|       knife had entered her very heart; and yet there was more
 24       XI|        they have not changed his heart. His apparent imperiousness
 25       XI|  arrogance conceal a kindness of heart which I have often seen
 26     XIII|         advanced softly, and his heart quickened its throbbing
 27     XIII|        pretty, yes; as pretty as heart could desire, with her great
 28     XIII|        gayly with anguish at his heart; he could have preserved
 29      XIV|          jealousy aroused in her heart. But from the very moment
 30      XIV|    strange passions in which the heart has no part, but which take
 31      XVI|          but that is his way; at heart he is the best of men.”~ ~“
 32     XVII|          and chaste fears of the heart which seemed to be waking
 33     XVII|   carried terror to Aunt Medea’s heart.~ ~“Flowers!” she exclaimed,
 34     XVII|          wound upon Marie-Anne’s heart; but though she watched
 35    XVIII|          last ray of hope in the heart of his son.~ ~“It is evident
 36      XIX|        very possibility made his heart swell with anger.~ ~“What
 37      XIX|          glance of hers made his heart throb wildly. By her side
 38      XXI|          son convulsively to his heart, feeling that it might be
 39      XXI|        Lacheneur, will touch the heart of his accomplices. We will
 40    XXIII|         ball had pierced his own heart.~ ~He put spurs to his horse
 41    XXIII|          read and judged his own heart. Hatred had led him to crime.
 42     XXIV|          obedience; her mind and heart were flying through space
 43     XXIV|          all, and whose mind and heart were even then, doubtless,
 44      XXV|         I said that. My cowardly heart has not that much courage!
 45     XXVI|          which filled the abbe’s heart with dismay was the substitution
 46   XXVIII|         by the throbbings of his heart.~ ~He waited, understanding
 47   XXVIII|         home with my eyes and my heart full of you—and that was
 48   XXVIII|       accomplice. He had read my heart. On leaving the house of
 49     XXIX|      will not abuse it. Let your heart be reassured. We will save
 50     XXIX|          that was surging in his heart.~ ~“My father has not been
 51      XXX|         man from pressing to his heart, in a last embrace, his
 52      XXX|        call.”~ ~M. de Escorval’s heart throbbed almost to bursting.
 53     XXXI|          powerful in every human heart, Lacheneur stepped out upon
 54     XXXI|      Remorse filled his cowardly heart, and pale and trembling,
 55     XXXI|       which I now hold, into the heart of the scoundrel who has
 56    XXXII|       Poor generous peasant! His heart would have leaped for joy
 57   XXXIII|         a fair young girl, whose heart had not been touched by
 58   XXXIII|          of pressing them to his heart and of asking their forgiveness
 59     XXXV|      anxiety seized the priest’s heart.~ ~Would this man, who had
 60    XXXVI|          coldness crept over her heart.~ ~Maurice and the old soldier
 61   XXXVII|     indispensable operation. His heart trembled, but not the hand
 62  XXXVIII|  appearances were deceitful. His heart throbbed with wild exultation;
 63  XXXVIII|       can mollify; hatred in his heart was a passion which, instead
 64    XXXIX|        Martial’s brutal clasp, a heart swelling with rage and hatred,
 65    XXXIX|       revolting to any honorable heart?~ ~Buried in a large arm-chair,
 66    XXXIX|     rival took possession of her heart.~ ~Martial, at Montaignac,
 67      XLI|          man never once made her heart quicken its throbbing.~ ~
 68      XLI|          capable of touching her heart now; nothing seemed to reach
 69      XLI|          great terror seized her heart. It seemed to her that the
 70     XLII|          the recesses of her own heart.~ ~She drove about the country;
 71    XLIII|          has alienated Martial’s heart from me!” she exclaimed. “
 72    XLIII|         presents itself, and her heart fails her. She draws back—
 73    XLIII|        thought. “I would tear my heart out if it were capable of
 74    XLIII|          a strange terror in her heart.~ ~But this warning of Providence
 75    XLIII|       bullet pierced my father’s heart. It is a revenge like this
 76     XLIV|          superior order, and his heart was equal to his intelligence.
 77     XLIV|        prayers. Jean Lacheneur’s heart swelled almost to bursting;
 78     XLIV|      arms and pressed her to his heart.~ ~“Poor sister—poor Marie-Anne—
 79     XLIV|    horrible fear, contracted her heart. She felt that she was being
 80     XLIV|         knew Martial’s letter by heart.~ ~The abbe made her repeat
 81     XLIV|        of his education; but his heart is noble and generous.”~ ~
 82     XLIV| disappeared; and then her inmost heart was revealed as by a lightning
 83      XLV|         dread made the watcher’s heart stand still. “Does she notice
 84      XLV|       precedes remorse, made her heart beat with such violence
 85     XLVI|       extinguish all pity in the heart of Mme. Blanche.~ ~“Go on!
 86     XLVI|      could scarcely stand.~ ~Her heart remained firm and implacable;
 87     XLVI|     impulse of her life made her heart beat more quickly. She did
 88     XLVI|     which was creeping up to her heart. She felt that her life
 89    XLVII|         home.~ ~The worthy man’s heart grew sad at the thought
 90    XLVII| presentiment of evil stirred his heart.~ ~“What can this mean?”
 91    XLVII|      blood wildly rushing to his heart. He darted up the staircase.~ ~
 92    XLVII|          ever. He comes with his heart full of her, confident and
 93    XLVII|          thought the abbe, whose heart bled at the sight of such
 94   XLVIII|  Borderie gay and confident, his heart full of hope. Alas! Marie-Anne
 95   XLVIII|        he scarcely knew her. His heart was touched by the look
 96   XLVIII|   vulnerable spot in every man’s heart.~ ~For there is no man so
 97     XLIX|     account.~ ~Poor Maurice! his heart was broken by the sound
 98        L|  hypocritically.~ ~In her secret heart she had but little faith
 99        L|        brightened. In her inmost heart she was enraptured. To have
100      LII|        then?”~ ~“My dues.”~ ~The heart of Mme. Blanche sank, and
101     LIII|        Blanche reveal her secret heart.~ ~“I am like a culprit
102     LIII|       the murdered girl, and his heart overflowed with savage exultation.
103      LIV|         who had won his youthful heart, made it still more radiant
104      LIV|          nature and inclined his heart to tenderness; and he returned
105      LIV|         thought Lacheneur, whose heart throbbed wildly with sinister
106       LV|         hope illumined Martial’s heart, for in the drunken man