Chapter

 1        I|      bringing their shoes in their hands, but put them on reverentially
 2        I|     because the land is now in the hands of forty proprietors who
 3       II|      beautiful louis d’or into the hands of the receiver of the district.~ ~
 4       II|         from France, I had only my hands to depend upon, and as it
 5       II|           will not be safe in your hands unless those about you are
 6       II|             M. Lacheneur wrung his hands.~ ~“Implacable!” he exclaimed; “
 7       II|            the callosities from my hands. What do I require to keep
 8       II|            see all who kissed your hands to-day fall upon you to
 9      III|         four covered dishes in his hands.~ ~It was the order to go
10      III|           his strength, and of his hands, which were well-formed,
11      III|            knit and powerful, such hands as rightly belonged to a
12        V|       anything— nothing but my two hands. They earned me my bread
13       VI|            father, and seizing his hands, he raised them to his lips,
14       VI|           a trumpet out of his two hands, he called:~ ~“Oh! Chanlouineau!”~ ~
15       VI|          the duke. They kissed his hands, and he allowed them to
16       VI|       vineyard!”~ ~He clinched his hands, his eyes blazed ominously,
17      VII|      himself from falling into the hands of the gendarmes, and to
18     VIII|          his head supported by his hands, looking out into the night.~ ~
19        X|            A mere plaything in the hands of a child. My son owns
20       XI|            with eyes flashing, and hands clinched.~ ~“Good God!”
21      XII|            yet,” he reflected, “my hands are tied; and I cannot call
22     XIII|      countenance.~ ~He pressed the hands of M. de Sairmeuse and Martial,
23     XIII|         roundness, and her dimpled hands were those of an infant.~ ~
24      XVI|       Marie-Anne, you hold in your hands the happiness, the life,
25      XVI|        Escorval seized Lacheneur’s hands, and almost crushing them
26      XVI|         excitement he clinched his hands as if he were threatening
27     XVII|            She hid her face in her hands to conceal her blushes.~ ~“
28     XVII|          of laboring with your own hands, and of going from door
29    XVIII|            her father with clasped hands and a look of entreaty.~ ~“
30      XIX|         comers and goers; he shook hands with them; sometimes he
31    XXIII|          with your weapons in your hands? Come—right about. Follow
32    XXIII|        that he had fallen into the hands of the peasants?~ ~The duke’
33     XXIV|             hiding his face in his hands:~ ~“Ah! I have killed my
34     XXIV|          and, above all, wash your hands, and sprinkle some perfume
35     XXIV|            proved. Let me see your hands.”~ ~The soldier’s tone was
36     XXIV|            wrath.~ ~He offered his hands to the inspection of the
37     XXIV|         smelled them.~ ~“Ah! these hands are too white and smell
38      XXV|         man who would not soil his hands with the price of blood
39     XXVI|       rather than took it from his hands. She opened it, read it
40    XXVII|         replied. “It is now in the hands of a trusty person, who
41    XXVII|        approached and placed their hands upon his shoulders. He allowed
42    XXVII|  conspirators with weapons in your hands!”~ ~“I was unarmed, Monsieur,
43    XXVII|        some terrible weapon in his hands, and that Baron d’Escorval
44   XXVIII|      suddenly paused, with clasped hands, and eyes uplifted to heaven,
45   XXVIII|       himself toward him, took his hands and kissed them, imploring
46   XXVIII|          he buried his face in his hands to hide his tears, and,
47     XXIX|               He tried to take her hands; she repulsed him with horror;
48     XXIX|            Where is it?”~ ~“In the hands of a person who will give
49     XXIX|          He buried his face in his hands, evidently seeking some
50     XXIX|         have done anything—now, my hands are bound. The commission
51      XXX|         well-tempered files in his hands, when he suddenly perceived
52      XXX|        that if it ever reaches the hands of a certain person of my
53      XXX|        only a dead body into their hands —that the rope, in short,
54     XXXI|           without falling into the hands of the detachment of soldiery,
55     XXXI|         They had bound Lacheneur’s hands, and the party were about
56    XXXII|         which he had placed in her hands?~ ~If he hoped so, it was
57    XXXIV|          the paper trembled in his hands; his eyes fell, and he was
58    XXXIV|            tore the paper from the hands of the Marquis de Courtornieu,
59    XXXIV|    crumbled the letter between his hands and threw it in M. de Courtornieu’
60     XXXV|           had just fallen, and his hands clutched at the empty air.~ ~
61     XXXV|         the rock, feeling with his hands for some point of support,
62     XXXV|          without torn and bleeding hands and knees.~ ~But he had
63     XXXV|            my friend, spit on your hands and be off!”~ ~As he spoke
64     XXXV|     journey with torn and bleeding hands, but safe. He fell like
65     XXXV|           to free himself from the hands of his captors.~ ~“Mille
66     XXXV|          the honest corporal their hands, sincerely sorry that they
67     XXXV|    assisting him. “Ah! if I had my hands on the scoundrel who cut
68     XXXV|           I will not fall into the hands of the Marquis de Courtornieu
69    XXXVI|          Baron d’Escorval from the hands of his executioners, and
70    XXXVI|            a married man, and your hands are too soft to belong to
71    XXXIX|           pens, and with trembling hands he prepared a series of
72     XLII|          willing instrument in her hands, and capable of doing anything
73     XLII|          with their money in their hands, when they desire any dirty
74    XLIII|          trembling with anger, her hands so convulsively clinched
75     XLIV|          and seizing her brother’s hands:~ ~“What do you intend to
76     XLIV|           s face became livid; his hands clinched involuntarily,
77     XLIV|            knees, and with clasped hands and supplicating voice:~ ~“
78     XLIV|        conquered, and clapping her hands in delight, she exclaimed:~ ~“
79     XLIV|         himself from her detaining hands.~ ~“Adieu!” he cried; “when
80      XLV|        table, smoothed it with her hands, and placed a dish upon
81      XLV|         she staggered, pressed her hands convulsively upon her breast,
82     XLVI|           parched and swollen; her hands, inert and paralyzed, would
83    XLVII|         for the staircase with his hands. At last he found it and
84    XLVII|        with his face buried in his hands, and his elbows supported
85    XLVII|            And the wretch binds my hands by saving my father!” exclaimed
86   XLVIII|       remembered holding it in her hands.~ ~She sprang up, examined
87   XLVIII| condemnation, had been left in the hands of the Marquis de Courtornieu.
88       LI|            the matter into his own hands. He conferred with architects,
89      LII|          stood whistling, with his hands in his pockets, when the
90     LIII|      Courtornieu take in their own hands his work of vengeance.~ ~
91      LIV|           ignominy, Martial in the hands of the lowest of the low.
92      LIV|         were rough and matted; his hands were soiled and grimed with
93       LV|      leaving, as a hostage, in the hands of Lecoq, an escaped convict,
94       LV|            her wonted apparel, her hands folded upon her breast,
95       LV|            to sit down with folded hands and brood over the humiliation
96       LV|     delivering into the duke’s own hands a letter from M. Maurice