Chapter

 1        I|         fear.~ ~This king, brought back by the allies, was no less
 2       II|            field of battle, who go back, seeking a ditch or quiet
 3       II|          his daughter, brought him back to the terrible reality.
 4       II| neighborhood.”~ ~M. Lacheneur sank back in his arm-chair sobbing.
 5        V|         upon a chair, and flinging back his long, gray hair, he
 6        V|            the allies have brought back others who, like these men,
 7      VII|          the drawing-room with his back rounded into a circle, scraping
 8       IX|            without pausing to look back. Before night we shall have
 9       XI|      Enough! enough!” said he; “go back to your home.”~ ~And as
10      XII|     fellows, take all these things back again, and that quickly!”~ ~
11       XV|            is far away—brought him back to his home.~ ~His features
12      XVI|            brow, he turned to look back on the road which he had
13     XVII|            him; but as soon as his back was turned, she disappointed
14     XVII|          make haste.”~ ~He started back, thinking he had not heard
15      XIX|          you that I shall not draw back!”~ ~Five minutes later the
16       XX|       dethrone Louis XVIII., bring back the Emperor, or at least
17      XXI|          the English will give you back your Emperor? Is not Napoleon
18     XXII|         peasants, chancing to look back, had seen the lamps of Mlle.
19     XXII|             Mademoiselle will turn back,” she said, calmly; “and
20     XXII|          have gone too far to draw back,” exclaimed one of the neighboring
21     XXIV|            possible, and to hasten back as soon as he could learn
22     XXIV|       front, and either leads them back to combat, or takes his
23     XXIV|          Slowly and gently she put back her hair from her face,
24     XXIV|   apartment, and the servants went back to the office.~ ~Maurice
25      XXV|          all they could do to keep back the struggling throng.~ ~
26      XXV|   detachment of soldiery who drove back the crowd, which gathered
27    XXVII|          in the building. Standing back in the shadow of the wall
28    XXVII|          allowed them to force him back into his seat though he
29    XXVII|            filled with tears, came back to his place beside Maurice.~ ~
30    XXVII|       presence of mind to hold him back, and place his hand over
31   XXVIII|            terrible blow, she sank back, inert, with hanging arms.~ ~
32   XXVIII|         the heavy bolts were drawn back, the door opened, and Marie-Anne
33   XXVIII|          away her hand and stepped back.~ ~This outburst of passion,
34   XXVIII|            hear a sound.~ ~He came back to Marie-Anne’s side, and
35     XXIX|         was impossible!”~ ~He sank back in his arm-chair. A profound
36      XXX|           When the guards took him back to his cell, he threw himself
37      XXX|           doing?”~ ~The baron drew back in despair.~ ~“All is discovered!”
38      XXX|         escapes they will give you back your letter?”~ ~“Most assuredly.”~ ~“
39      XXX|           the candle and passed it back and forth before the window
40     XXXI|     waiting for his change, rushed back to the citadel, and asked
41     XXXI|             and they were bringing back, as prisoners, about twenty
42     XXXI|      betrayed!”~ ~Lacheneur rushed back into the other room, seeking
43     XXXI|          he, “let us leap from the back window and flee to the mountains.
44   XXXIII|           approach a man, he draws back; if I enter a room, those
45   XXXIII|            that one could not draw back now without causing a terrible
46     XXXV|        throwing his shoulders well back, and it was only when he
47     XXXV|         certainly impossible to go back after it! and how can I
48     XXXV|         than twenty minutes he was back again upon the narrow shelf
49     XXXV|           again, and his head fell back a dead weight. One would
50     XXXV|      Corporal Bavois, brought them back to the exigencies of the
51    XXXVI|        slowly twice, then, sinking back on her pillows, she burst
52    XXXVI|           twice, before handing it back, this letter whose every
53    XXXVI|        evening the mules were sent back to Saliente, and the fugitives
54    XXXVI|            six days the color came back to her cheek and her strength
55    XXXVI|            she said; “we must turn back now without losing an instant.
56  XXXVIII|            heroic honesty gave you back a fortune? By murdering
57  XXXVIII|    supplicating tones; “Jean, come back —listen to me!”~ ~No response.~ ~
58  XXXVIII|          letter from Maurice, came back to him.~ ~Now he could judge
59  XXXVIII|     accompanied him.”~ ~He bounded back, and breaking his sword
60      XLI|            and he now came rushing back to relate the strange events
61     XLII|            a dying man!”~ ~He fell back upon his pillows, pulled
62    XLIII|       orchard enclosed by a hedge. Back of the orchard, to the right,
63    XLIII|         heart fails her. She draws back—she is afraid!”~ ~Chupin
64     XLIV|   Marie-Anne’s mind.~ ~She stepped back, and solemnly, entreatingly,
65     XLIV|          after him and to call him back. Too late!~ ~He had fled.~ ~“
66      XLV|  Marie-Anne evidently occupied the back room. It was the only apartment
67      XLV|            serge curtains, sliding back and forth on iron rings.~ ~
68      XLV|           thank you. I must hasten back. Au revoir, Mademoiselle
69      XLV|           the liquid, put the bowl back upon the mantel, and resumed
70     XLVI|            her lips, her head sank back, and she lay motionless.~ ~“
71     XLVI|   exhausted her strength. She fell back in the armchair.~ ~But Blanche
72    XLVII|      enough.~ ~The priest hastened back to the wagon, and with well-affected
73    XLVII|           Poignot, my boy, take me back to your father’s house.”~ ~
74    XLVII|      distance did he venture to go back to the Borderie.~ ~He was
75    XLVII|          try,” responded Jean. “Go back to the house, sir; I will
76    XLVII|       without a word, and hastened back to the Borderie.~ ~The death
77    XLVII|         the sound of voices in the back room.~ ~“That is strange,”
78    XLVII| extradition, three days to take us back to Montaignac—that is seven
79    XLVII|            with a firm hand turned back the sheet that hid the face
80    XLVII|          standing with head thrown back, eyes dilated with terror,
81    XLVII|          curse upon me!”~ ~He sank back in his chair, overwhelmed
82   XLVIII|      dragging and pushing, had her back at the chateau in much less
83   XLVIII|         another day.”~ ~As he rode back to Montaignac, Martial’s
84       LI|       hurried off. “I will soon be back.”~ ~He reappeared in about
85      LII|         dropped her book, and sank back, half fainting, in her chair.~ ~
86      LII|            Pray be calm. Turn your back to us; look out into the
87      LII|            marriage.”~ ~She shrank back as if from some venomous
88      LII|          of success.~ ~All the way back to the hotel she was congratulating
89     LIII|          woman and her son started back in affright.~ ~He saw at
90      LIV|         Did I not tacitly give her back her liberty?”~ ~He was greatly
91      LIV|          place.~ ~Then he tottered back to his own room, clinging
92      LIV|         seizing the duchess by the back of the neck, he forced her
93      LIV|           their escape through the back door, which opened upon