Chapter

 1        I|    staggered beneath the blow. He turned first so red, then so frightfully
 2       II|     strange avowal the young girl turned pale and recoiled a step.~ ~“
 3       II|            I heard a deep sigh. I turned; she was dead.”~ ~This scene
 4       II|       slightly, and the girl half turned away, crimsoning to the
 5      III|           him.~ ~Mechanically, he turned to Bibiaine, but the old
 6       IV|      voice interrupted.~ ~Martial turned, and saw the young man,
 7        V|           away.~ ~For Martial had turned and discovered that Marie-Anne
 8        V|         of despair, M. d’Escorval turned pale.~ ~“You must exaggerate
 9        V|        his duty.”~ ~M. d’Escorval turned to the young girl, a little
10        V|          capable.”~ ~M. Lacheneur turned to his friend.~ ~“Ah! your
11       VI|           by his own boldness, he turned and looked questioningly
12       VI|     Blushing and embarrassed, she turned away her head, perhaps to
13       VI|    circumstances demand it.”~ ~He turned to M. Lacheneur, and added:~ ~“
14       XI|         revenge upon Martial, who turned pale with passion.~ ~“But
15       XI|     Marie-Anne and both young men turned with the same movement of
16       XI|        was out of hearing that he turned to Martial.~ ~“As I have
17       XI|     Chateau de Courtornieu.”~ ~He turned to Chanlouineau, and added:~ ~“
18      XII|        footsteps behind him.~ ~He turned, and seeing two men running
19      XII|             M. Sairmeuse actually turned green.~ ~“Zounds!” he exclaimed. “
20     XIII| containing Martial and his father turned from the public highway
21     XIII|         the dreaded enemy. He had turned to retrace his steps when,
22     XIII|         blushed as she spoke; she turned crimson at the thought of
23      XIV|          eye.~ ~Martial, too, had turned so white that Mlle. Blanche
24      XVI|    perspiration from his brow, he turned to look back on the road
25      XVI| Marie-Anne, the robust farmer had turned livid. “It is decided,”
26      XVI|         brusquely.~ ~M. Lacheneur turned.~ ~“I am very busy,” he
27      XVI|            he closed the door and turned to M. d’Escorval.~ ~The
28      XVI|      waiting for any response, he turned and retraced his steps.~ ~
29     XVII|     rebellion. When Mlle. Blanche turned her cold and steel-like
30     XVII|           as soon as his back was turned, she disappointed all her
31     XVII|  beautiful flowers?”~ ~Marie-Anne turned crimson. She did not speak
32     XVII|      girls, whose heads have been turned by flattery, and who believe
33    XVIII|       hearing the door open, they turned; and at the sight of Maurice,
34    XVIII|     adding example to precept, he turned and pushed the bolt.~ ~“
35    XVIII|          of this, that Marie-Anne turned to her father with clasped
36    XVIII|          here it is!”~ ~Lacheneur turned away. Perhaps he recollected
37       XX|         his coat. M. de Sairmeuse turned:~ ~“What is it?”~ ~The old
38       XX|    poacher sprang to the door and turned the knob, ready to take
39     XXII|          was obeyed. The carriage turned and rolled away, but not
40      XXV|      these words, Mme. d’Escorval turned and hid her face in the
41      XXV|        expected this response, he turned pale.~ ~“Is he wounded?”
42    XXVII|         informed of this fact. He turned to them, and motioned them
43    XXVII|      takes up as much time!”~ ~He turned to his colleagues as if
44    XXVII|    misfortune.”~ ~M. de Sairmeuse turned to his colleague.~ ~“You
45    XXVII|      grief; but Chanlouineau, who turned toward them, had still upon
46    XXVII|        the Duc de Sairmeuse?~ ~He turned to the lawyers, and with
47     XXIX|          Marquis de Sairmeuse had turned as red as fire. By Marie-Anne’
48     XXIX|         another word, the marquis turned to Marie-Anne.~ ~“Will you
49     XXIX|           is indispensable.”~ ~He turned to his father, and brusquely
50      XXX|       attract his attention.~ ~He turned quickly.~ ~“What is it?”~ ~“
51     XXXI|      protect you. Farewell!”~ ~He turned to ask further directions,
52     XXXI|         seated at his fireside he turned frightfully pale.~ ~“Unfortunate
53     XXXI|        wife interrupted him.~ ~He turned, and saw her fall almost
54     XXXI|           of a blood-hound.”~ ~He turned quickly to Lacheneur.~ ~“
55    XXXII|       remarked.~ ~The old officer turned away with a muttered oath.~ ~“
56    XXXII|      delighted!”~ ~Martial’s face turned crimson, and he looked searchingly
57   XXXIII|           the collar of which was turned up so high that it covered
58    XXXIV|          glanced over the letter, turned as pale as death, staggered
59     XXXV|        his petition.~ ~The farmer turned very pale and shook his
60     XXXV|   Escorval, there was not one who turned informer or let drop an
61    XXXVI|          From crimson Maurice had turned white. He felt that he was
62  XXXVIII|      ascended two or three steps, turned.~ ~“Are you afraid?” he
63  XXXVIII|              Having said this, he turned abruptly aside, sprang over
64  XXXVIII|           in the underbrush.~ ~He turned; Maurice, Jean, and Corporal
65    XXXIX|         wish to say?”~ ~The bride turned haughtily to the servants.~ ~“
66      XLI|     voluntarily or involuntarily, turned with a peculiar expression
67     XLII|          even curiously; but they turned away their heads to laugh,
68     XLII|        then and there.”~ ~Blanche turned pale. It was Jean Lacheneur
69     XLIV|   rustling sound at the door. She turned and looked; someone had
70    XLVII|         bed, and with a firm hand turned back the sheet that hid
71    XLVII|           be calm. Courage!”~ ~He turned with an expression of complete
72    XLVII|           and Maurice stood as if turned to stone.~ ~Before the priest
73    XLVII|       took in the whole scene; he turned very pale, but not a gesture,
74    XLVII|      their places with wonder, he turned and approached Marie-Anne’
75   XLVIII|       threw it into a drawer, and turned the key.~ ~Aunt Medea wished
76       LI|         and of age.”~ ~Aunt Medea turned very pale, and she bit her
77      LII|          listening by the window, turned in affright, crying:~ ~“
78      LII|           Aunt Medea, and Blanche turned pale.~ ~“Murdered!” she
79      LIV|          The carriage had already turned the corner of the Rue du
80      LIV|          not move; his pistol was turned upon the intruder.~ ~“If
81       LV|             The judge had already turned toward the door when the
82       LV|       instant Lecoq was angry. He turned abruptly and looked Gevrol