Chapter

 1     XIII|             very—were we not, Aunt Medea?”~ ~Aunt Medea was the old
 2     XIII|           not, Aunt Medea?”~ ~Aunt Medea was the old lady seated
 3      XVI|    followed by the inevitable Aunt Medea, had come to play the spy.~ ~
 4     XVII|             he had thrown her Aunt Medea; but in less than three
 5     XVII|            at breakfast, that Aunt Medea was alarmed.~ ~Mlle. Blanche
 6     XVII|           father, she obliged Aunt Medea to dress herself, and without
 7     XVII|         doing here?” demanded Aunt Medea.~ ~“Let me alone!” replied
 8     XVII|        have carried terror to Aunt Medea’s heart.~ ~“Flowers!” she
 9     XVII|          conceal the fact.~ ~“Aunt Medea pretended to know the road,”
10     XVII|       Good-by, my dear. Come, Aunt Medea.”~ ~She departed, leaving
11     XVII|          and which she forced Aunt Medea to circulate everywhere,
12     XXII|        grief and rage.~ ~What Aunt Medea was forced to endure during
13     XXII|        with her,” she said to Aunt Medea. “He is on his knees before
14     XXII|        phrases, to which poor Aunt Medea listened with her accustomed
15     XXII|            revery.~ ~“Listen, Aunt Medea,” she said, suddenly. “Do
16     XXII|           Jesus!” interrupted Aunt Medea, in alarm.~ ~“It must be
17     XXII|        only Mlle. Blanche and Aunt Medea, who uttered the most piercing
18       XL|          upon the shoulder of Aunt Medea.~ ~Mme. Blanche came rapidly
19     XLII|    irritating consolations of Aunt Medea, who was a worthy person,
20     XLII|              But it cost poor Aunt Medea, the inevitable chaperon,
21     XLII|            gun, and waited.~ ~Aunt Medea was pale with fright.~ ~“
22     XLII|            she added.~ ~“You, Aunt Medea, will remain at a little
23     XLII|         whoever it may be.”~ ~Aunt Medea, submissive as she was ever
24     XLII|           hour.”~ ~A cry from Aunt Medea interrupted them.~ ~“Someone
25     XLII|        servant had approached Aunt Medea, and was speaking to her
26     XLII|         father to the care of Aunt Medea, Blanche made her escape.~ ~
27    XLIII|      sometimes accompanied by Aunt Medea.~ ~The old poacher came
28      XLV|            gray, she summoned Aunt Medea.~ ~“Get your cloak, quickly,
29      XLV|         must accompany me.”~ ~Aunt Medea extended her hand to the
30      XLV|           twinkling of an eye Aunt Medea was ready.~ ~The marquis
31      XLV|       dinner, and Blanche and Aunt Medea reached the little gate
32      XLV|            we going?” groaned Aunt Medea.~ ~“What is that to you?
33      XLV|         way. Again and again, Aunt Medea stumbled over the rough
34      XLV|      journey’s end?” inquired Aunt Medea, timidly.~ ~“Yes, but be
35      XLV|    credulity?”~ ~She rejoined Aunt Medea, whom she found half dead
36      XLV|          nearer,” she said to Aunt Medea, “I wish to look through
37      XLV|               Blanche pressed Aunt Medea’s arm with a violence that
38      XLV|       should be discovered.~ ~Aunt Medea was, it is true, in the
39      XLV|            leave the chateau; Aunt Medea would be as silent as the
40     XLVI|           In the garden below Aunt Medea heard it, perhaps; but she
41     XLVI|        from the house.~ ~“And Aunt Medea!” she exclaimed.~ ~Her relative
42     XLVI|         For once in her life, Aunt Medea manifested some energy.~ ~“
43   XLVIII|          and after that night Aunt Medea took her revenge for all
44   XLVIII|            fear of listeners, Aunt Medea attacked her niece.~ ~“Now
45   XLVIII|           out in his arms?”~ ~Aunt Medea would have packed her trunks,
46   XLVIII|          answer me,” insisted Aunt Medea.~ ~Blanche was trying to
47   XLVIII|             body and soul, in Aunt Medea’s power.~ ~But, on the other
48   XLVIII|           kind. Stupid though Aunt Medea was, she had divined the
49   XLVIII|         and turned the key.~ ~Aunt Medea wished to retire to her
50   XLVIII|           ever ready tears of Aunt Medea.~ ~That her niece, with
51   XLVIII|       exclaiming, questioning Aunt Medea, and forcing her to reply,
52   XLVIII|            habits.~ ~She sent Aunt Medea away, then, at the usual
53        L|       Courtornieu had alarmed Aunt Medea even more than Blanche.~ ~
54        L|        Martial left the room, Aunt Medea at once opened the communicating
55        L|            you say?” inquired Aunt Medea, with evident curiosity.~ ~“
56        L|           God grant it!” said Aunt Medea, hypocritically.~ ~In her
57        L|         mysteries of crime.~ ~Aunt Medea was half crazed with terror;
58        L|        your own apartment.”~ ~Aunt Medea’s face brightened. In her
59        L|        harshly refused.~ ~“If Aunt Medea is hungry, she will come
60        L|            came up to receive Aunt Medea’s commands; she was permitted
61        L|            fear,” she said to Aunt Medea.~ ~She had, indeed, escaped
62        L|            face, announced to Aunt Medea:~ ~“Aunt, we leave just
63       LI|         failed to notice that Aunt Medea was no longer the same.~ ~
64       LI|           on going out, asked Aunt Medea to accompany her; but the
65       LI|            to attend vespers, Aunt Medea declared her intention of
66       LI|        envy were visible upon Aunt Medea’s countenance.~ ~“‘And what
67       LI|            I hope.”~ ~But no; Aunt Medea did not seem satisfied.~ ~“
68       LI|          aunt; impossible!”~ ~Aunt Medea seemed to be in despair.~ ~“
69       LI|           free and of age.”~ ~Aunt Medea turned very pale, and she
70       LI|             meek, much-abused Aunt Medea speak in this way. I have
71       LI|      handsome toilets, I—poor Aunt Medea—who have never seen myself
72       LI|           and denounce me?”~ ~Aunt Medea shook her head.~ ~“I am
73       LI|            neglect.”~ ~And as Aunt Medea, having obtained all she
74       LI|         misunderstanding. But Aunt Medea was as far from being deceived
75       LI|           possible to inspire Aunt Medea with a desire to live independently
76       LI|          at any moment enrich Aunt Medea without having recourse
77       LI|           had they known that Aunt Medea was protected from the possibility
78       LI|        little.~ ~“I love good Aunt Medea so much!” said she. “I never
79      LII|           to a new book which Aunt Medea was reading aloud, and she
80      LII|   interesting portion.”~ ~But Aunt Medea had not time to finish the
81      LII|       exploded in the room.~ ~Aunt Medea, with a shriek, dropped
82      LII|             Money, probably.” Aunt Medea lifted her eyes to heaven.~ ~“
83      LII|       already at the mercy of Aunt Medea.~ ~“In other words,” said
84      LII|         course to pursue when Aunt Medea, who was listening by the
85      LII| exclamation of horror escaped Aunt Medea, and Blanche turned pale.~ ~“
86      LII|          Lacheneur’s work.”~ ~Aunt Medea and her niece were too horror-stricken
87      LII|           and, accompanied by Aunt Medea, repaired to the house of
88      LII|           month,” she said to Aunt Medea, “we shall have the child;
89      LII|            inmost thoughts.~ ~Aunt Medea, it is true, was of great
90     LIII|       excessive fatigue?~ ~To Aunt Medea alone did Blanche reveal
91     LIII|         the last of February, Aunt Medea contracted inflammation
92     LIII|         anything to know that Aunt Medea was beneath the sod, had
93      LIV|   discovered, and yet she had Aunt Medea, then, to take her place.~ ~
94      LIV|            then a letter from Aunt Medea in which she spoke of prison
95      LIV|     servant who had witnessed Aunt Medea’s last agony.~ ~The duchess