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 1        I|           to Sairmeuse, and tell my friend Lacheneur that the Duc de
 2        I|              old man, explain to my friend Lacheneur that the duke
 3        I|           de Sairmeuse is the great friend of the king.”~ ~The young
 4       IV|           said: “Halloo! hi, there! friend, my worthy fellow!”~ ~So
 5       IV|         determination.~ ~“Ah, well! friend,” said the duke, “so we
 6        V|           the honor to call me your friend?”~ ~Then, with the cruel
 7        V|             already that I was your friend,” he said, in a voice faltering
 8        V|           am proud of having such a friend as you.”~ ~The unfortunate
 9        V|             Lacheneur turned to his friend.~ ~“Ah! your words do me
10        V|           coolness.~ ~“Now, my dear friend,” he inquired, “what course
11        V|    interfere.~ ~“Take care, my dear friend, that your grief does not
12       VI|            will not see your little friend.”~ ~And this simple threat
13       VI|    Lacheneur, and added:~ ~“My dear friend, I, in my son’s behalf,
14      VII|            daughter of his father’s friend; and they took a leisurely
15      VII|           England. Then, he was the friend of the King, and each neighbor
16        X|         locality; he was the chosen friend of the King; had he not
17       XI|          give offense to a— devoted friend of our family, and that
18     XIII|          whom~ you have called your friend, will be, hereafter, only
19     XIII|        seemed to have forgotten her friend, and she was chatting gayly.
20     XIII|          expecting a visit from her friend; and because she wished
21     XIII|           in asking from her former friend a list of “customers,” was
22     XIII| inconceivable,” she remarked to her friend, “that the Duc de Sairmeuse
23      XIV|       Monsieur d’Escorval is not my friend,” replied Martial, in a
24       XV|            haste. The baron was his friend; and a terrible apprehension
25      XVI|   confidence in me? Am I not an old friend? It may be that your father,
26      XVI|         have but just come, my dear friend.”~ ~M. Lacheneur looked
27      XVI|           poor, foolish father! The friend who carried Jean the order
28      XVI|         expect to make me, your old friend, believe that a man of your
29      XVI|           Abbe Midon. If you are my friend, you will never come here
30      XVI|            to my advice. You were a friend of the Emperor, hence you
31     XVII|             an explanation from his friend. She saw him come; then,
32     XVII|            the secret of her former friend’s anger and hatred.~ ~But
33     XVII|           on the part of her former friend. So, with perfect frankness,
34     XVII|         said:~ ~“Take care, my dear friend; I am going to call you
35     XVII|           demanded the hand of your friend. Yes, my darling; and my
36     XVII|       expression on the face of her friend. How often one’s destiny
37    XVIII|      Maurice; and your father is my friend.”~ ~“What of that?”~ ~“Rash
38      XIX|       following epistle:~ ~“My dear friend—We are at last agreed, and
39      XIX|            to go and see his former friend, and fearing another repulse,
40       XX|          Sairmeuse read:~ ~“My dear friend—We are at last agreed, and
41       XX|             was striding toward his friend’s house when, on hastily
42      XXI|        seized the arm of his former friend, and in a voice loud enough
43      XXI|            to free himself from his friend’s grasp.~ ~“Everything has
44     XXII|           not recognized her former friend, any more than she had suspected
45     XXII|         will descend.”~ ~Her former friend checked her.~ ~“No,” said
46     XXIV|       court-martial. Was he not the friend of the Emperor? That is
47      XXV|         write a few lines to a lady friend, whose husband exerted considerable
48      XXV|           other than Laugeron, that friend of Lacheneur, who had been
49     XXVI|             his hopes of saving his friend.~ ~A court-martial was,
50    XXVII|             counsellor and faithful friend of the Emperor! What glory,
51    XXVII| insurrection.”~ ~“I was Lacheneur’s friend,” said the baron; “it was
52   XXVIII|          was left blank.~ ~“My dear friend, we are at last agreed,
53   XXVIII|          Yes, but I wish to save my friend, and I cannot choose my
54     XXIX|     Monsieur de Courtornieu, is his friend. I believe that Monsieur
55     XXIX|                Here is a courageous friend,” said he, “who since morning,
56      XXX|       interstices. Perhaps he had a friend for a neighbor, some wretched
57      XXX|             executioner.~ ~Was it a friend, or an enemy, that had given
58      XXX|    handwriting.~ ~“Ah! he is a true friend,” he murmured.~ ~Then the
59      XXX|             to see the face of this friend—he judged him to be such—
60      XXX|         Escorval believed to be his friend did not pause in his labor
61      XXX|           his chair. This man was a friend. Here was aid and life.~ ~“
62      XXX|             said to me just now: ‘A friend of the Emperor is in danger;
63     XXXI|           us.”~ ~Lacheneur took his friend’s hand and pressed it tenderly.~ ~“
64     XXXI|         what you will do for an old friend? Divide, will you not? No,
65     XXXV|           on his courage. “Come, my friend, spit on your hands and
66     XXXV|           him, he will be saved, my friend. That worthy priest whom
67     XXXV|          leave the baron, who is my friend; my priestly robe would
68     XXXV|             to know that he was the friend of their former ruler—the
69     XXXV|            his side.~ ~“And you, my friend,” he asked, sadly, “what
70    XXXVI|          not mistaken, Monsieur. My friend and myself both are fugitives,
71    XXXVI| Mademoiselle Lacheneur and your old friend, the soldier, will leave
72    XXXVI|         crowd. I have more than one friend there, whose name and address
73      XLI|            have heard something, my friend,” said the baron.~ ~“Nothing,
74      XLI|          suffering? You are my best friend; swear to render me this
75      XLI|        confide in me? Am I not your friend? What do you fear?”~ ~She
76     XLVI|          girl who once had been her friend, but who was now her bitterest
77      LIV|     fireside, I may at least have a friend.”~ ~His manner toward her,
78       LV|             enemy, now your devoted friend,~ ~“Martial de Sairmeuse.”~ ~