Chapter

 1       II|      Sairmeuse had received their friends in years gone by.~ ~To those
 2       II|        education.~ ~Sometimes his friends accused him of an inordinate
 3      III|       thousand soldiers which our friends have placed at his disposal,
 4      III|          fortnight,” she told her friends, the next day.~ ~Abbe Midon
 5        V|       Take care!” M. d’Escorval’s friends wrote him from Paris.~ ~
 6        V|         that same morning, by his friends in Montaignac of the arrival
 7       VI|            For their mothers were friends.~ ~Mme. Lacheneur had been
 8       VI|        that is the time when your friends should declare themselves—
 9      VII|          or fifty peasants.~ ~“My friends,” he exclaimed, in a loud
10      VII|         his relatives, or for his friends.~ ~Poor king! He should
11       IX|         shame to his sorrows? His friends have deserted him; shall
12       XI|        you will not see two of my friends.”~ ~“Oh! whenever it may
13     XIII|         He is one of my strongest friends; and I know him thoroughly.
14     XIII|   accustomed to speak of his best friends.~ ~“The history of his fortune,”
15      XIV|           know how to defend your friends.”~ ~“Monsieur d’Escorval
16      XVI|   sufficient.”~ ~“Are we not your friends?”~ ~“You, Monsieur!” exclaimed
17      XVI|        You are the best, the only friends, I have here below. I should
18      XVI|         in death. Yes, you are my friends; yes, I am devoted to you—
19      XVI|      restrain other men. Fortune, friends, life, honor—I have been
20     XVII|           of trouble, I have many friends among the opposition.”~ ~
21      XIX|         be assured that~ the more friends you bring with you the better
22      XXI|          a cry of joy.~ ~“All our friends keep their word!” he exclaimed. “
23      XXI|           are in the power of our friends.”~ ~The cure now attempted
24      XXI|           man’s life. And now, my friends, forward!”~ ~A loud cheer
25     XXII|          may save the life of our friends.”~ ~Mlle. Blanche had not
26     XXII|           ears.~ ~“So I warned my friends, and hastened to warn you,”
27     XXII|          opened for them by their friends within the walls.~ ~It is
28     XXII|     circumstance prove that their friends are masters of the town,
29    XXIII|              M. Lacheneur and his friends were trying to decide what
30    XXIII|      crying, as he fell:~ ~“Help! friends, help!”~ ~But no one responded
31    XXIII|     remained.~ ~“Cease firing, my friends,” he commanded; “retreat!”~ ~
32     XXIV|            Light some torches, my friends, and come with me, for you
33     XXIV| concealment for her. Remember, my friends, if there is the slightest
34      XXV|         audience.~ ~They were the friends and relatives of the unfortunate
35    XXVII|          lawyers, retained by the friends of several of the prisoners,
36    XXVII|        The scaffold does not make friends.’”~ ~This recollection was
37   XXVIII|           have we not always been friends? What does this mean?’~ ~“
38     XXIX|        terrible anxiety which her friends at the hotel must be enduring.~ ~“
39     XXIX|           company with two of his friends. By this time he must be
40     XXIX|      under the protection of kind friends.”~ ~She bowed her head,
41     XXIX|       right have I to think of my friends, when upon my promptness
42     XXIX|       persons who are not exactly friends of yours. He will show it
43     XXIX|        him, but his ministers and friends opposed it. Though the King
44     XXIX|        kind. What I cannot do the friends of the Escorval family will
45     XXIX|         to confer with one of his friends. Return at once to the Hotel
46      XXX|    unfolded it, and read:~ ~“Your friends are at work. Everything
47      XXX|           I am signalling to your friends that everything is progressing
48     XXXI|           the house of one of his friends?~ ~Chupin was thus hungering
49     XXXI|      there alone.~ ~“Where are my friends?” he asked, anxiously. “
50     XXXI|          unnatural voice.~ ~“Your friends—the two men who supped there
51     XXXV|     Undoubtedly, by this time his friends have carried him away.”~ ~
52     XXXV|  intelligent men like the baron’s friends to display this light, which,
53    XXXVI|        you to a priest, one of my friends; and he, upon my recommendation,
54   XXXVII|        homeless wanderers without friends, and without a shelter for
55    XXXIX|           furious with his former friends.~ ~He scarcely knew with
56     XLII|          She had not been without friends in her school-girl days;
57     XLII|          obtaining pardon for the friends of that vile creature. She
58     XLIV|        had sacrificed all—family, friends, fortune, the present and
59     XLIV|           then the thought of her friends concealed at Father Poignot’
60     XLIV|         he said, sadly:~ ~“We are friends, are we not?”~ ~In an almost
61     XLIV|         Maurice, and that all the friends who would surround her would
62      XLV|           he had encountered some friends who persuaded him to enter
63      XLV|    troubles were nearly over; her friends would soon be around her.~ ~
64     XLVI|               She invoked all the friends she had ever known, calling
65   XLVIII|         great city.~ ~Some of his friends endeavored to dissuade him,
66     XLIX|          for good advice and kind friends. M. d’Escorval and the abbe
67     XLIX|       Escorval; and these devoted friends had promised him all possible
68     XLIX|         dead; and he had made his friends promise that Marie-Anne’
69       LI|       greatest effusion, like two friends united after a misunderstanding.
70      LII|          our faithful and devoted friends. It was our duty, as well
71     LIII|        not strange,” remarked her friends, “that the duchess—such
72     LIII|    sixteen years, when one of his friends procured him an engagement
73       LV|         shop, but from one of her friends, the Baroness de Watchau.~ ~