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 1        I|           a revenge!~ ~And if his words seemed to fall slowly and
 2       II|     wishing his ruin in ambiguous words.~ ~Alas! the evil days came.
 3       II|       exclaimed, at last.~ ~These words explained everything.~ ~“
 4       II|      shuddered on pronouncing the words: “She was dead.” It seemed
 5       IV|   beautiful as an angel!”~ ~These words, which she understood, abashed
 6        V|   Lacheneur had repeated the last words which he had addressed to
 7        V|           his friend.~ ~“Ah! your words do me good, Monsieur,” said
 8       VI|        the effect produced by his words, and frightened by his own
 9       IX|          of the peasants with the words addressed to Chanlouineau
10       IX|            abashed by her earnest words, dazzled by the sublime
11       XI|     doubtless lost your way?” His words were ill-chosen, and defeated
12       XI|          gestures accord with his words.~ ~And Maurice, who felt—
13       XI|          in their effect than any words of mine would have been.
14       XI|     before him, Maurice. In other words, the marquis, not content
15       XI| everything to me!’”~ ~His burning words vibrated with such intensity
16      XIV|          recriminations, stinging words, and bitter reproaches.~ ~
17      XIV|           As he had foreseen, his words decided the matter. The
18      XIV|      assume, his few but incisive words, produced a great effect.~ ~“
19       XV|               Those were her very words.”~ ~“And still she loves
20      XVI|           into which Marie-Anne’s words had thrown M. d’Escorval
21      XVI|     Sairmeuse and his son.” These words from Lacheneur’s lips astonished
22      XVI|   Escorval shuddered.~ ~“In other words,” said he, in bitter indignation, “
23      XVI|          Before God, who hears my words, by all that I hold sacred
24      XVI|          Escorval, proudly.~ ~His words and accent showed the folly
25     XVII|     thinking he had not heard her words aright.~ ~“Make haste!”
26    XVIII|           so.”~ ~But these gloomy words produced no impression upon
27      XIX|        scarcely exchanged a dozen words as they wended their way
28      XIX|      priest could distinguish his words, but when he ceased, the
29      XXI|       Appalled by these prophetic words, the little band paused.~ ~
30     XXII|           a man had uttered those words he would have been instantly
31    XXIII|        replied.~ ~The young man’s words and manner reassured the
32     XXIV|         But on hearing these last words, he sank upon his knees,
33     XXIV|     gesture.~ ~Enlightened by the words of Mme. d’Escorval and by
34     XXIV|         to you!”~ ~He added a few words in a low voice, then left
35      XXV|          once.~ ~On hearing these words, Mme. d’Escorval turned
36      XXV|          quickly reached stinging words, bitter allusions, and at
37     XXVI|       them, hastily dropped these words:~ ~“I have seen Chanlouineau.
38    XXVII|       could prove the truth of my words. As it is, all the prisoners
39    XXVII|           may be summed up in two words: “vae victis.”~ ~The president,
40    XXVII|      terrible significance of his words. But having begun, he would
41    XXVII|         brigand who uttered these words was a peasant named Chanlouineau,
42    XXVII|         was I who addressed those words to Chanlouineau. I alone
43   XXVIII|     scarcely conscious of his own words.~ ~“But the day soon came,”
44   XXVIII|         remember and to repeat my words. He knew this so well that
45     XXIX|           in almost the very same words.~ ~Martial paused, awaiting
46     XXIX|        erased and rewrote several words. Did I date this writing?
47     XXIX|         and frightened by his own words, he stood stupefied with
48      XXX|       to-night.”~ ~Chanlouineau’s words and burning glance surprised
49      XXX|         liberty.~ ~Chanlouineau’s words and the look that accompanied
50     XXXI|          rest a little.”~ ~At the words “betray me,” the young woman
51     XXXI|               And in proof of his words, he proudly displayed the
52    XXXIV|          the priest uttered these words, which he believed prophetic:~ ~“
53     XXXV|               As he uttered these words he was leaning over the
54     XXXV|           eyes and faltered a few words—they were the first he had
55     XXXV|           a deep solemnity to the words of the priest.~ ~So profound
56    XXXVI|            that I cannot weigh my words.~ ~“Adieu, adieu, Marie-Anne.~ ~“
57   XXXVII|   endurance.~ ~“These are my last words, Monsieur,” he said, emphatically. “
58  XXXVIII|             Insulting as were the words and the gesture that accompanied
59    XXXIX|         spared neither flattering words nor entreaties in her efforts
60    XXXIX|           disdain and the caustic words of Blanche de Courtornieu.~ ~
61      XLI|     daughter has returned!”~ ~The words flew from lip to lip with
62      XLI| magnificent, far more so than his words had led her to suppose.
63     XLII|       dignity, she murmured those words of forgiveness.~ ~Ah! had
64     XLII|           humble to listen to the words of the great! Go your way;
65     XLII|           the Sairmeuse.”~ ~These words excited the interest of
66     XLIV|     lurked beneath these ironical words, beneath this mockery of
67     XLIV|       meaning of Jean Lacheneur’s words. His threats were not the
68      XLV|              They exchanged a few words and then walked together
69     XLVI|          She spoke again, but her words were indistinct, inaudible.~ ~
70    XLVII|        father was safe, his first words were: ‘And Marie-Anne?’
71    XLVII|         honor!”~ ~He hissed these words through his set teeth in
72    XLVII|     irresistible authority in his words and glance, that Jean and
73   XLVIII|      delirium, and her incoherent words and her excited gestures
74       LI|    increased the harshness of her words, she added:~ ~“If Courtornieu
75      LII|           you devotedly. His last words were of you. ‘A terrible
76      LII|           Aunt Medea.~ ~“In other words,” said she, calmly, “you
77      LII|         soul. Had he intended his words for her, he would not have
78      LII|     terrible revenge. Remember my words, Blanche, if ruin ever threatens
79       LV|    repeating three or four German words to a starling, who as persistently