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 1       II|       bitterness; “as cruel as a child who has never suffered—as
 2       II|      earn that. But you, unhappy child! and your brother, what
 3      III|         where he had played as a child, and of which he had heard
 4        V|        he was as unassuming as a child, and kind and gentle even
 5        V|          he was as innocent as a child, but he could not mistake
 6       VI|              Ah! it will kill my child!” exclaimed the baroness.~ ~
 7        X|      plaything in the hands of a child. My son owns me. If I displease
 8       XI|       retains the illusions of a child. He refuses to believe that
 9     XIII|       other. His daughter is the child of his third and last wife,
10     XIII|         It was written by a poor child in whom I have taken a great
11      XVI|       Maurice wretched, unhappy, child; he has almost died.”~ ~
12      XVI|            You say this, my dear child—you say this, and you undoubtedly
13     XVII|       who seemed such an artless child, had gained an absolute
14     XVII|       herself.”~ ~“Yesterday, my child,” he replied, “the Duc de
15    XVIII|               But you are only a child, Maurice; and your father
16      XXI|         d’Escorval; “unfortunate child!—it is to certain death
17     XXII|    imperturbable confidence of a child, they were marching along,
18    XXIII|        arms as if she had been a child and bore her to the carriage
19     XXIV|         he exclaimed.~ ~“Unhappy child! what do you say?”~ ~The
20     XXIV|         fatal to yours!”~ ~“Poor child!” exclaimed Mme. d’Escorval; “
21     XXXV|  emissaries, seemed to them mere child’s play.~ ~But all these
22      XLI|            You are suffering, my child,” he said, kindly. “What
23      XLI|        will protect you, my dear child. I can see only advantages
24      XLI|      sworn to cherish as his own child.~ ~
25    XLIII|         had to be watched like a child.~ ~Often, as the marquis
26     XLIV|    physician depart, bearing her child, she felt as if soul and
27     XLIV|   opinion, and kept her precious child.~ ~Her brave and honest
28     XLIV|        chosen, the father of her child, Maurice d’Escorval, had
29     XLIV| suspicions:~ ~“You are wrong, my child,” said he; “the Marquis
30     XLIV|   understand your repugnance, my child,” he said, gently; “your
31     XLIV|          should not hesitate, my child, when duty speaks. You owe
32     XLIV|        husband, the father of my child?”~ ~Her voice was still
33     XLVI|        heart-breaking cry:~ ~“My child!”~ ~Collecting, by a superhuman
34     XLVI|           what will become of my child? Blanche, you, who have
35     XLVI|       you will be a mother to my child!”~ ~Blanche was utterly
36     XLVI|         I will remember. But the child——”~ ~“Ah! I was afraid—cowardly
37     XLVI|       Maurice insisted—I sent my child away—your jealousy and my
38     XLVI|          are my punishment. Poor child! I abandoned him to strangers.
39     XLVI|      whom have you confided your child?” she repeated; “to whom?
40     XLVI|       whom she had intrusted her child. She was dead, and the terrified
41     XLVI|     Blanche as if she had been a child and carried her out of the
42     XLVI|          Ah! so Marie-Anne had a child,” he said, as they hurried
43    XLVII|         I will soon return.”~ ~A child might have followed the
44    XLVII|        owe a sacred duty to your child.”~ ~He recoiled with a heart-broken
45    XLVII|         he cried. “Take me to my child.”~ ~“Not just now, Maurice;
46    XLVII|             You, alone! Then the child is dead, perhaps. Even if
47    XLVII|     would not have forgotten her child. Those who cared for her
48    XLVII|       she died such a death, our child is lost forever! And it
49    XLVII|             What is this about a child?” he asked, harshly.~ ~A
50    XLVII|      Maurice, and that she had a child by him? Is this true? I
51    XLVII|       what has she done with her child? Appalled by a dread of
52    XLVII|           Did she murder her own child?”~ ~A hideous smile curved
53    XLVII|         his thin lips.~ ~“If the child is alive,” he added, “I
54   XLVIII|          to recover Marie-Anne’s child.~ ~And certainly, the task
55   XLVIII|   dangerous.~ ~If she sought the child openly, it would be equivalent
56   XLVIII|       year, restore Marie-Anne’s child to Maurice d’Escorval.~ ~
57     XLIX|          the hope of finding his child.~ ~Assured of the powerful
58     XLIX|        deeply discouraged.~ ~“My child died on coming into the
59     XLIX|         absence, the date of her child’s birth. I saw her after
60     XLIX|       she knew nothing of such a child, but that there must be
61     XLIX|       searching for Marie-Anne’s child.~ ~Why, with what aim, and
62        L|   endeavored to find the missing child.~ ~“The father will be sure
63        L|          search for Marie-Anne’s child.~ ~To do this effectually
64      LII|        It seemed to her that the child might be a protection to
65      LII|  sacrifice to find this sister’s child, etc., etc. A long story,
66      LII|          his new clients was but child’s play to Fouche’s former
67      LII|        Medea, “we shall have the child; and it will be a protection
68      LII|        was searching for her own child.~ ~She did not try to convince
69      LII|         His wife gave birth to a child, and Mme. de Sairmeuse must
70     LIII|       persistent inquiries for a child which had been placed somewhere
71     LIII|         that it was Marie-Anne’s child they were seeking. Why they
72     LIII|          two persons seeking the child? One was Maurice d’Escorval,
73     LIII|         inquiries concerning the child to the agent of Chelteux.
74     LIII|  Marie-Anne had given birth to a child; and knowing it, what possible
75     LIII|          of the existence of the child. She loaded Chupin with
76      LIV|       follows:~ ~“Search for the child of Madame de Sairmeuse.
77      LIV|      Martial’s brain reeled.~ ~A child! His wife had a child!~ ~
78      LIV|          A child! His wife had a child!~ ~He read on: “For services