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 1       II|          was dying, and wished to speak with me. I ran to the chateau.~ ~“
 2       II|         him that she was about to speak, and to insist upon the
 3       II|      service. And if I venture to speak of the ten thousand francs
 4      III|         are without and desire to speak to you.”~ ~
 5       IV|      concerned,” said he. “Let us speak now of the interest. Sairmeuse,
 6        V|          little surprised.~ ~“You speak the truth, Mademoiselle,”
 7       VI|   Lacheneur; “the baron wishes to speak with you.”~ ~Chanlouineau
 8     VIII|           rich he did not dare to speak. Now that the old man has
 9       IX|           you did not know how to speak to him!” he exclaimed in
10       XI|           absurd fabrications. To speak plainly, even while we were
11       XI|           hated already, dared to speak of love to Marie-Anne, and
12     XIII|         resumed the duke, “let us speak of the father. He is one
13     XIII|       Sairmeuse was accustomed to speak of his best friends.~ ~“
14      XVI|      adopted extreme resolutions. Speak, let us combat them together.
15      XVI|           attached to him. I will speak to him; he will listen to
16      XVI|           sternly.~ ~She tried to speak, but could not; and it was
17      XVI|     almost a certainty.~ ~“I must speak with you,” he said, brusquely.~ ~
18      XVI|     Escorval could do no more. To speak with Marie-Anne was impossible:
19     XVII| Courtornieu took good care not to speak of it to his daughter. If
20     XVII|         hasten out after him, and speak to him.~ ~She breathed again.
21     XVII|         of farewell.~ ~“I wish to speak to this creature!” exclaimed
22     XVII|       turned crimson. She did not speak for a moment, but at last
23     XVII|           wife.”~ ~“But why? They speak well of him, personally,
24    XVIII|         servant that he wished to speak to his father. M. d’Escorval
25    XVIII|      perish, so that I be saved!’ Speak! Would you do this?”~ ~She
26      XIX|     peasants came to the house to speak to M. Lacheneur. There was
27       XX|         the way,” he repeated. “I speak of the peasants—they intend
28       XX|          I——”~ ~“Zounds! will you speak, or will you not?”~ ~Chupin
29       XX|          lose my head if I do not speak the truth,” he insisted. “
30    XXIII|         such a wretch.”~ ~“Do not speak ill of Chupin, Marquis;
31     XXIV|      candles.~ ~She endeavored to speak, to ask some question, but
32      XXV|      understand he was anxious to speak with them, and he conducted
33    XXVII|           destroy, and which will speak when my body is six feet
34    XXVII|           these judges.~ ~“I will speak in his behalf,” said the
35    XXVII|            declared that he would speak; that he had some remarks
36    XXVII|        tribunals.”~ ~“If I do not speak the truth,” resumed the
37    XXVII|           disdain he said:~ ~“Now speak, since it is absolutely
38    XXVII|        Escorval an opportunity to speak with his defenders. He shook
39   XXVIII|      Chanlouineau, who desires to speak with her.”~ ~“Impossible,
40   XXVIII|      thank you. I can see you and speak to you once more. Now that
41   XXVIII|           a man’s life!”~ ~“Hush, speak lower!” interrupted Chanlouineau. “
42     XXIX|        Escorval can be saved.”~ ~“Speak!” cried Maurice; “what must
43     XXIX|   addressing one of them. “I must speak to the duke at once, on
44     XXIX|         must reply, that she must speak, say something; but she
45     XXIX|         one—sell it!”~ ~“I cannot speak until I am alone with you.”~ ~
46     XXIX|         left the room.~ ~“You can speak now,” said the duke.~ ~She
47     XXIX|          Marquis. Do you hear me? Speak! what have you to say?”~ ~
48     XXIX|      sacrificed.”~ ~“He of whom I speak is the man you need. I will
49    XXXVI|         killing her.~ ~He did not speak to her on the subject, however,
50  XXXVIII|           him. I must see him and speak with him in order to justify
51    XXXIX|         discover it.~ ~“I wish to speak with you,” she said; “get
52    XXXIX|       think I am in Paradise?”~ ~“Speak,” sighed the marquis. “What
53    XXXIX|        locked the door:~ ~“Let us speak of Martial,” she began.~ ~
54       XL|         must, at least, see them, speak to them, and warn them of
55     XLII|       terrible man?”~ ~“I wish to speak with him.”~ ~“What, Blanche,
56     XLII|          seen the man of whom you speak.”~ ~Who it was that M. de
57     XLII|           the appointed place.~ ~“Speak!” said Mme. Blanche.~ ~“
58     XLVI|           had made to rise and to speak had exhausted her strength.
59     XLVI|        long now.”~ ~“Hush! do not speak so. You must not, you shall
60   XLVIII|          only knew——”~ ~“Will you speak?”~ ~“The Marquis de Sairmeuse
61       LI|            much-abused Aunt Medea speak in this way. I have endured
62       LI|           man below who wishes to speak with Madame.”~ ~
63      LII|   particularly that he desired to speak to her.”~ ~“Ask his name
64      LII|          she had heard her father speak of a detective by the name
65      LIV|      coachman came to the door to speak to her; then nimbly sprang
66       LV|         how I have lived.”~ ~“You speak English and German; tell
67       LV|    ridicule.~ ~“And when will you speak to them?” inquired Lecoq,
68       LV|          who had faith in me.”~ ~“Speak, my brave fellow.”~ ~“Ah!