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 1      III|   re-entered the apartment.~ ~“I hope, gentlemen,” he said, with
 2       IV|         I possess nothing. But I hope you will allow me to take
 3      VII|     worthless. They could see no hope of salvation, except through
 4     VIII|       the enchanted castle which hope had erected would crumble
 5       IX|        help feeling there was no hope.~ ~“I came, Maurice,” she
 6       IX|        the slightest shadow of a hope. All is over; we are separated
 7       XI|      said, coldly. “Permit me to hope that Monsieur Lacheneur
 8       XI|           We shall meet again, I hope—”~ ~“You have made that
 9       XI|   Escorval,” said he, rudely, “I hope that you will no longer
10     XIII|        how to submit. I shall, I hope, have strength to forget,
11       XV|          a smile that reawakened hope.~ ~And with the coolness
12      XVI|        the following day, in the hope of wresting from Marie-Anne’
13      XVI|        now I have nothing. I can hope to obtain this sum only
14      XVI|        an hour before so full of hope.~ ~What should he say to
15      XVI|         brusque tone, said:~ ~“I hope, Monsieur, that you will
16     XVII|         enough of them!~ ~In the hope of making his escape, he
17    XVIII|        for him to remain without hope than to be exposed to the
18    XVIII|       and he clung to this faint hope as tenaciously as a drowning
19    XVIII|          plank which is his only hope of salvation.~ ~If he asked
20    XVIII|         has not relinquished all hope.”~ ~An arm-chair was standing
21    XVIII|          he plainly saw that all hope was lost. He was sure of
22    XVIII|       extinguish the last ray of hope in the heart of his son.~ ~“
23      XXI|         do not suspect them? You hope to capture Montaignac——-”~ ~“
24      XXI|          his revery.~ ~“A single hope remains, Abbe!” he cried.~ ~“
25     XXII|        to make his excuses. Vain hope! He did not come; he did
26     XXII|       did not have the slightest hope of success. It was an abominable
27     XXII|             They had come in the hope of arresting the movement;
28     XXII|         conquer—that is our only hope of salvation. Forward, then,
29     XXIV|    comforted themselves with the hope that M. d’Escorval would
30     XXIV|        to these peasants, in the hope of inducing them to relinquish
31    XXVII|          his embarrassment.~ ~“I hope, Monsieur, that you will
32    XXVII|          duke, would destroy all hope of saving a single one of
33    XXVII|         was, undoubtedly, in the hope of regaining your former
34    XXVII|       confidence.~ ~How could he hope when all hope seemed absolutely
35    XXVII|       How could he hope when all hope seemed absolutely lost?~ ~
36   XXVIII|      life in comparison with the hope that dazzled me! From that
37   XXVIII|          least we have reason to hope not; and I know he has not
38     XXIX|      given me a weapon, which, I hope and believe, places the
39     XXIX|        the gendarmes.”~ ~“Let us hope now,” said the abbe, “that
40     XXIX|       how much reason she had to hope; and she saw that Martial
41      XXX|       hour, which is at once the hope and despair of those who
42      XXX|          the soldiers.~ ~“Always hope for the best, sir,” said
43      XXX|         his mother~ embrace you. Hope, courage!”~ ~Beneath these
44      XXX|     method they might reasonably hope to deceive the guards outside
45    XXXII|           For had he not, in the hope of obtaining an interview
46     XXXV|        they asked. “Is there any hope?”~ ~The priest sadly shook
47     XXXV|        pointing to heaven:~ ~“My hope is in God!” he said, reverently.~ ~
48    XXXVI|       order to accept my gift. I hope that~ he will not refuse
49   XXXVII|          priest had not dared to hope.~ ~Some way must now be
50   XXXVII|  druggists in Montaignac, in the hope of discovering the wounded
51    XXXIX|           I esteem you enough to hope that~ ~you will respect
52      XLI|      Maurice, which was the only hope that sustained her in this
53     XLII|      were indignant.~ ~“Does she hope to make us forget that she
54     XLII|   position— he shall lose all! I hope to see him ruined and dishonored
55     XLII|         as she lives there is no hope for me. But, patience.”~ ~
56     XLII|     desire.”~ ~“Swear it by your hope of heaven.”~ ~“I swear.”~ ~
57    XLIII|    stupidity.~ ~And there was no hope of any improvement.~ ~A
58    XLIII|          Had it not been for the hope of a safe and pleasant retreat
59     XLIV|          fear, and everything to hope.~ ~But this conviction did
60     XLIV|          asunder. When could she hope to see again this little
61     XLVI|          there was no longer any hope for her, and that it was
62    XLVII|         express my thanks, but I hope to live long enough to prove
63    XLVII| understood now that there was no hope.~ ~“Ah!” he murmured, with
64    XLVII|      fall, so bright and full of hope and confidence.~ ~The impression
65   XLVIII|     confident, his heart full of hope. Alas! Marie-Anne was dead.~ ~
66     XLIX|        seemed dependent upon the hope of finding his child.~ ~
67       LI|      happy and contented here, I hope.”~ ~But no; Aunt Medea did
68      LII|       loitered by the way in the hope of obtaining some explanation
69      LII|        that he lives only in the hope of vengeance. It is true
70      LII|     circumstances, how could she hope to keep that secret inviolate?
71     LIII|         divert her mind? Did she hope to overpower thought by
72     LIII|          have deprived me of all hope in the life to come. God
73     LIII|          year.~ ~Animated by the hope of a magnificent reward,
74     LIII|          Chupin, probably in the hope of extracting a few pennies,
75      LIV|         interest or sustained by hope.~ ~He remained awhile in
76       LV|   Poivriere, he relinquished all hope.~ ~Martial knew that Justice
77       LV|    drunken man.~ ~But a gleam of hope illumined Martial’s heart,
78       LV|     Place d’Italie, panting with hope and ambition, he found himself