Chapter

 1        I|        Ah! it is Father Chupin,” murmured one of the peasants with
 2        I|    enthusiasm.~ ~“That is true,” murmured some of the older men; “
 3       II|          right, my daughter,” he murmured, with drooping head, “if
 4       II|         you were in coming!’ she murmured faintly.~ ~“I was about
 5       II|        proves true, father,” she murmured, in an altered voice, “I
 6      III|         wet weather.~ ~“Ah, ha!” murmured the duke, “this is an improvement!”~ ~
 7       IV|      with wonder.~ ~“Lovely!” he murmured, in English; “beautiful
 8        V|            Ah! I warned her,” he murmured, continuing a monologue
 9        V|     father had not returned it,” murmured the obstinate Marie-Anne, “
10       VI|       fire of an engagement,” he murmured.~ ~To remain long in such
11       VI|          on a smaller scale,” he murmured. “Avarice and human cowardice
12     VIII|   consolation.~ ~“Poor Maurice!” murmured Mme. d’Escorval, as soon
13        X|           Lacheneur’s pride!” he murmured. “Devotion which it would
14     XIII| hypocritical compassion that she murmured:~ ~“Poor girl! What will
15      XIV|   Marie-Anne?”~ ~“Far prettier!” murmured the voice of vanity; “and
16      XIV|         You have done well,” she murmured; “you know how to defend
17       XV|        passes comprehension,” he murmured at last. And so low that
18      XVI| conspiracy to drive me away!” he murmured. “But I have good reason
19     XVII|        he does not love me?” she murmured.~ ~This thought made her
20    XVIII|         so myself, at first,” he murmured.~ ~“But what does he say
21       XX|          These are the signals,” murmured Chupin. “The rebels will
22      XXI|       Abbe!” he cried.~ ~“Alas!” murmured the priest.~ ~“Oh—I am not
23     XXIV|     sweat.~ ~“What a night!” she murmured. “What a night!”~ ~“I must
24      XXV|          discovers his retreat,” murmured the priest.~ ~“Fortunately,
25    XXVII|   self-control you promised me?” murmured the priest.~ ~But no one
26    XXVII|       Courtornieu?”~ ~“Nothing,” murmured the baron.~ ~“So you confess
27   XXVIII|          wall.~ ~“It is she,” he murmured.~ ~Footsteps approached;
28   XXVIII|       falsely is a great crime,” murmured the honest Marie-Anne.~ ~“
29   XXVIII|    dreaming.~ ~“My brother,” she murmured, “has challenged the marquis!
30     XXIX|          hast heard my prayers!” murmured the baroness.~ ~Then, suddenly
31     XXIX|        Monsieur le Marquis,” she murmured, at last. “If I accepted
32     XXIX|     judgment was pronounced?” he murmured. “Then I could have done
33     XXIX|     would be very hazardous,” he murmured; “yet, with care, and if
34     XXIX|          men in the citadel?” he murmured. “The assistance of a jailer
35      XXX|         round of inspection!” he murmured.~ ~But at the same moment,
36      XXX|         he is a true friend,” he murmured.~ ~Then the recollection
37      XXX|          I have scarcely begun,” murmured M. d’Escorval.~ ~The corporal
38      XXX|          you for your devotion!” murmured the baron.~ ~“Hush! not
39     XXXI|    sinking down into a chair, he murmured:~ ~“Let them come; I am
40    XXXII|          letter was useless!” he murmured.~ ~Poor generous peasant!
41    XXXII|          is most extraordinary!” murmured Martial, thoughtfully.~ ~“
42     XXXV|    Corporal, your jig is up!” he murmured, “At daybreak they will
43     XXXV|        remorse.~ ~“Poor man!” he murmured. “I shall succeed in saving
44     XXXV|          uttered.~ ~“Firmin!” he murmured, “Firmin!” It was the name
45   XXXVII|      which we can never pay,” he murmured, “for I think I shall pull
46    XXXIX|         of it if he chooses,” he murmured.~ ~Then, aloud, he resumed:~ ~“
47       XL|     Courtornieu whom I fear,” he murmured, “but his daughter—my wife.”~ ~
48      XLI|            It is inconceivable!” murmured the abbe.~ ~He knew but
49      XLI|      accent of gratitude that he murmured:~ ~“Thanks!”~ ~Now that
50      XLI|       idol.~ ~“How he loved me!” murmured Marie-Anne, moved by that
51     XLII|          melancholy dignity, she murmured those words of forgiveness.~ ~
52     XLII|              Blessed Jesus!” she murmured, pressing her niece’s arm; “
53     XLII|      assassinate my father,” she murmured, “and this attack of delirium
54    XLIII|          such a misfortune?” she murmured. “Ah! Jean Lacheneur’s revenge
55     XLIV|    petrified.~ ~“He is mad!” she murmured.~ ~“Do I really have that
56     XLIV|          scaffold.~ ~“Jean,” she murmured, “remember our father.”~ ~
57     XLIV|        had fled.~ ~“It is over,” murmured the wretched girl; “my brother
58      XLV|         room.~ ~“That is right,” murmured Blanche, bitterly; “Martial
59      XLV|            What does this mean?” murmured Mme. Blanche.~ ~She waited
60      XLV|         this cannot be for her,” murmured Blanche.~ ~Then she remembered
61      XLV|     mantel.~ ~“And why not?” she murmured. “I could escape afterward.”~ ~
62      XLV|           God shall decide!” she murmured. “It is better one’s husband
63     XLVI|      motionless.~ ~“It is over,” murmured Blanche.~ ~She rose, but
64     XLVI|    Nothing can save me now,” she murmured, in an almost inaudible
65    XLVII|        as iron.~ ~“Poisoned!” he murmured; “poisoned with arsenic.”~ ~
66    XLVII|          was no hope.~ ~“Ah!” he murmured, with an accent of frightful
67    XLVII|    should perish by my hand,” he murmured; “and now my vengeance has
68    XLVII| hesitated.~ ~“Courage, Maurice,” murmured the abbe. “Courage!”~ ~The
69    XLVII|         comprehend.~ ~“Live!” he murmured, “why should I desire to
70   XLVIII|      have suffered, Blanche,” he murmured, scarcely knowing what he
71        L|         revenge is almost here,” murmured Blanche, as if communing
72     LIII|            The end is near,” she murmured. “Lacheneur is coming!”~ ~
73      LIV|         murdered Marie-Anne,” he murmured.~ ~He was confounded, terror-stricken
74       LV|          My God, inspire me,” he murmured. “How shall I save the honor
75       LV|       duchess is out of danger,” murmured the faithful servant.~ ~“
76       LV|         Poor, unhappy woman!” he murmured; “may God forgive you as