Chapter

 1        I|              Ah! they said he was dead.”~ ~“They were mistaken.”~ ~“
 2       II|           sigh. I turned; she was dead.”~ ~This scene that M. Lacheneur
 3       II|            he thought only of the dead woman, of Mlle. Armande
 4       II|   pronouncing the words: “She was dead.” It seemed to him that
 5      XXI|         would rather weep for her dead son than keep him near her
 6     XXIV|          her son and her husband, dead—or still worse, mortally
 7     XXIV|           seek for them among the dead, until I find them. Light
 8     XXIV|         You would not leave their dead bodies unburied! oh! the
 9     XXIV|      mercy upon me; my husband is dead!”~ ~In spite of the abbe10     XXIV|   faltered, “here in this costumedead!”~ ~One might indeed believe
11     XXIV|      indeed believe the poor girl dead, to see her lying there
12      XXV|         of the elder~ ~Lacheneur, dead or alive, will receive a
13      XXV|       Emperor’s body-guard, lying dead in the fosse.”~ ~Maurice
14      XXV|          examined the body of the dead man. Between his lips they
15     XXVI|          Escorval. One was nearly dead from its terrible journey
16   XXVIII|       fell.”~ ~“Ah! my brother is dead!” exclaimed Marie-Anne.~ ~“
17      XXX|        writhing in agony, perhaps dead. He pictured Maurice, wild
18      XXX|        arranged to deliver only a dead body into their hands —that
19     XXXI|      should deliver up Lacheneur, dead or alive.~ ~“Twenty thousand
20     XXXI|        Lacheneur; even if he were dead and buried a hundred feet
21     XXXI|          far from him, he saw two dead bodies which had not yet
22     XXXI|           man known as Lacheneur, dead or alive. Dead or alive,
23     XXXI|         Lacheneur, dead or alive. Dead or alive, you understand.
24     XXXI|          you understand. If he is dead, the compensation will be
25     XXXI|    shelter?~ ~And even if he were dead, he would still be worth
26   XXXIII|           seemed to be carrying a dead body.~ ~This circumstance,
27     XXXV|           man from this ledge, at dead of night, was perilous in
28     XXXV|          master, but who had been dead for several years. It was
29     XXXV|          and his head fell back a dead weight. One would have supposed
30     XXXV|        were apparently carrying a dead body.~ ~The priest did not
31    XXXVI|          scorn me even after I am dead. Accept it, if not for your
32    XXXVI|         One is not jealous of the dead!~ ~“Besides, he knows well
33    XXXVI|        perhaps, be jealous of the dead!~ ~But Maurice took good
34     XLII|        summoned.”~ ~“Is my father dead?”~ ~“No, Mademoiselle, no;
35      XLV|        Medea, whom she found half dead with fright, and both advanced
36      XLV|           one’s husband should be dead than belong to another!”~ ~
37      XLV|   expected to see Marie-Anne fall dead before her, as if stricken
38     XLVI|           would have supposed her dead had it not been for the
39     XLVI|     husband disappeared. If he is dead, what will become of my
40     XLVI|         God sometimes permits the dead to avenge themselves! You
41     XLVI|           floor.~ ~Marie-Anne was dead—dead, and she had not disclosed
42     XLVI|      floor.~ ~Marie-Anne was dead—dead, and she had not disclosed
43     XLVI|      intrusted her child. She was dead, and the terrified murderess
44     XLVI|        advanced; but Marie-Anne’s dead body lay between her and
45     XLVI|          niece away. “Come— he is dead!”~ ~Not quite. The traitor
46    XLVII|        hanging from her mouth.~ ~“Dead!” faltered the priest, “
47    XLVII|             faltered the priest, “dead!”~ ~But this could not be.
48    XLVII|  exclaimed. “Marie-Anne cannot be dead! You, who have saved so
49    XLVII| Marie-Anne who rested there first—dead.~ ~When this sad task was
50    XLVII|        last resting-places of the dead.~ ~The abbe knelt at the
51    XLVII|    recital of the prayers for the dead, entreating God to grant
52    XLVII|          the wife and sons of the dead man, armed with pickaxes
53    XLVII|         support.~ ~“Marie-Anne is dead!” he exclaimed.~ ~Jean and
54    XLVII|          the abbe were silent.~ ~“Dead!” Maurice repeated—“and
55    XLVII|           secret voice warned me! Dead! when?”~ ~“She died only
56    XLVII|          that hid the face of the dead.~ ~He recoiled with a heart-broken
57    XLVII|       desire to live since she is dead?”~ ~The dread light of insanity
58    XLVII|          alone! Then the child is dead, perhaps. Even if it is
59    XLVII|          it. At least respect the dead who is lying here!”~ ~There
60    XLVII|           pressed a kiss upon the dead girl’s brow, and left the
61    XLVII|        And this last insult to my dead sister is an honor, I suppose,”
62   XLVIII|        hope. Alas! Marie-Anne was dead.~ ~No one would ever know
63   XLVIII|       animosity.~ ~Marie-Anne was dead; he had it in his power
64   XLVIII|        pressed on the brow of the dead, he said to himself:~ ~“
65   XLVIII|    Courtornieu may be regarded as dead.”~ ~All the inhabitants
66     XLIX|      religiously the honor of the dead; and he had made his friends
67     XLIX|           But the old poacher was dead, and his eldest son—the
68        L|      dreaming!” she said. “Do the dead return to life? Am I childish
69        L|         regretted that Chupin was dead, he remarked, for he should
70      LII|          emotion.~ ~“My father is dead, Blanche,” he replied.~ ~“
71     LIII|         had often heard her dear, dead husband say that madame
72     LIII|       traitor’s children had been dead for several years, and after
73      LIV|         He thought of her who was deadMarie-Anne—the only woman
74      LIV|       after which he lay like one dead.~ ~But the Widow Chupin,
75      LIV|    participants in the broil were dead, and he could rely upon
76       LV|      suburbs of Paris; if he were dead they would not trouble themselves
77       LV|          late!~ ~Mme. Blanche was deadpoisoned, like Marie-Anne;
78       LV|         he added:~ ~“As madame is dead, there will be nothing said
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