Chapter

 1       II|   Mademoiselle Armande was sick unto death. I felt this on seeing her
 2       II|            an energy that would hold death at bay until the task upon
 3       II| indescribable confusion followed her death. I was able to withdraw,
 4      III|              heard nothing since the death of his aunt.~ ~Everything
 5        V|              now until the day of my death. I had a beautiful dream;
 6        V|            against the door, pale as death, he tried most energetically,
 7       XV|            believed, at the point of death.~ ~Maurice was indeed dangerously
 8      XVI|    kindnesses until my eyes close in death. Yes, you are my friends;
 9      XXI|              child!—it is to certain death that you are marching—to
10      XXI|              are marching—to certain death.”~ ~“All the more reason
11     XXII|           the conflict he would seek death and find it.~ ~Bitter discontent
12     XXII|             Lacheneur’s absence. “If death is before us, it is also
13    XXIII|            again will you be as near death as you were that day. You
14    XXIII|           these brave men, for whose death he would be accountable.~ ~
15    XXIII|             he saw no refuge save in death.~ ~He had only to wait for
16    XXIII|            he should be condemned to death and if I should save him,
17     XXIV|           convicted and sentenced to death.”~ ~“No, Madame, no! Am
18     XXIV|           saw that he was as pale as death.~ ~“Be calm,” he entreated; “
19     XXIV|                still this thought of death. You, who no longer——”~ ~
20      XXV|             secret which approaching death had wrestled from Marie-Anne
21      XXV|            now— And you—you wish for death when another precious life
22      XXV|             list; but the agonies of death prevented him from swallowing
23      XXV|           abbe; “is it life or is it death?”~ ~
24    XXVII|              demand that sentence of death should be pronounced upon
25    XXVII|              which was punishable by death.~ ~“Which of you,” demanded
26    XXVII|            you. When the sentence of death shall have been pronounced
27    XXVII|            number, were condemned to death.~ ~But the smile had not
28   XXVIII|             head; she understood.~ ~“Death!” she faltered. “They have
29   XXVIII|          something must be done. The death of this just man would be
30   XXVIII|            in view, when sentence of death was passed upon him, he
31   XXVIII|            illuminates the mind when death is near at hand.~ ~He was
32   XXVIII|            who has been condemned to death.”~ ~“Unfortunate man! Why
33     XXIX|            poor peasant condemned to death, and the son of the all-powerful
34     XXIX|             to try and to condemn to death the unfortunate men who
35     XXIX|           Lavalette was condemned to death. The King wished to pardon
36      XXX|             thought. And confronting death calmly, he now thought only
37      XXX|            He was determined to meet death unflinchingly. Resolved
38      XXX|              die the calm and serene death of the just.~ ~And remembering
39      XXX|               Why mar the dignity of death by the disgrace of an unsuccessful
40     XXXI|          depth of his soul he cursed death, which had refused to heed
41     XXXI|      responsibility of one’s acts by death.~ ~At last, he endeavored
42     XXXI|            replied.~ ~The spectre of death that hovered above his head
43    XXXII|               He actually longed for death, since it would give him
44    XXXII|              twenty men condemned to death were suffering the agony
45    XXXII|             the town; the silence of death made itself felt on every
46   XXXIII|              late, to save, deserved death. They knew it would soon
47    XXXIV|            letter, turned as pale as death, staggered and said only
48     XXXV|       disfigured; but he was pale as death itself, and his eyes were
49     XXXV|            was inconsolable over the death of that “handsome young
50    XXXVI|             undoubtedly condemned to death in France at this moment.”~ ~
51    XXXVI|    proscribed man—a man condemned to death perhaps —how can I obtain
52    XXXVI|            My father has been put to death!” cried Marie-Anne, “and
53   XXXVII|             seemed to him worse than death; he had heard of M. Lacheneur’
54  XXXVIII|             undoubtedly condemned to death. He is now in a safe retreat,
55  XXXVIII|         innocent Baron d’Escorval to death? Was it not the Duc de Sairmeuse?
56    XXXIX|         moment the news of Martial’s death would have given the Marquis
57       XL|        declared the marquis to be at death’s door.~ ~The duke was therefore
58      XLI|           awoke, you were paler than death, and my wife had certainly
59     XLII|             widow?~ ~Only it was not death which had deprived her of
60     XLII|            loss of a cat, as for the death of a relative.~ ~But Blanche
61     XLII|              head—I sentenced him to death. That is the reason why
62    XLIII|                 Who would not prefer death to such a misfortune?” she
63     XLIV|             through tiniest opening, death, dishonor, ruin, infamy,
64     XLIV|       condemned Baron~ d’Escorval to death, or for procuring a pardon.~ ~“
65     XLVI|         horrible! I suffer too much! Death! My God! grant me death!”~ ~
66     XLVI|              Death! My God! grant me death!”~ ~She invoked all the
67     XLVI|              knew that poison caused death; she had not suspected the
68     XLVI|          suspected the agony of that death.~ ~She no longer thought
69     XLVI|           the less under sentence of death, executory in twenty-four
70     XLVI|             that it was the chill of death which was creeping up to
71     XLVI|          knows the misery from which death may preserve me? I do not
72     XLVI|        falling asleep in the arms of death.~ ~Suddenly such a terrible
73     XLVI|            away—your jealousy and my death are my punishment. Poor
74    XLVII|            issue from the chamber of death. The sound sent all his
75    XLVII|              his way to the house of death?~ ~After a moment, the priest
76    XLVII|              enshrouded Marie-Anne’s death. Had she been murdered?
77    XLVII|            other hand, how could her death possibly be the result of
78    XLVII|          back to the Borderie.~ ~The death of Chupin overturned all
79    XLVII|          Marie-Anne strength to hold death at bay for a moment, saved
80    XLVII|              her. If she died such a death, our child is lost forever!
81     XLIX|              or rather survived, but death would have seemed a mercy
82        L|          Blanche, saved her; and the death of the old poacher seemed
83        L|       revealed her secret before his death?~ ~When the butler told
84        L|              evening of Marie-Anne’s death, Martial forgot himself,
85        L|         murdered her die a lingering death in the midst of the most
86      LII|            he felt on hearing of his death.~ ~“From this letter which
87      LII|        victim! What was Marie-Anne’s death compared with the life she
88     LIII|         despondency and ennui.~ ~The death of Marie-Anne had destroyed
89     LIII|           Constrained by her fear of death to examine her own conscience,
90     LIII|             since passed.~ ~Now, the death of the poor old woman affected
91     LIII|            ten long years before his death.~ ~“My turn will come!”
92       LV|              one chance of salvation—death. They now believed him one
93       LV|             month to a day after the death of Mme. Blanche.~ ~Reclining
94       LV|        exclaimed Martial, paler than death.~ ~“Lecoq, yes, Monsieur,”