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 1       II|          of my confidence. People believe me to be poor, but they
 2       II|         are needlessly alarmed. I believe the duke is too noble-hearted
 3       II|        loud, bitter laugh.~ ~“You believe that!” said he; “then you
 4      III|         Besides, I am disposed to believe that he inclines too much
 5      III|        who meets him can make him believe anything he wishes. Any
 6       VI|         its gloomy expression.~ ~“Believe me, Monsieur le Baron, I
 7       VI|        property.”~ ~“And did they believe him?”~ ~“Implicitly. It
 8      VII|           us? One is compelled to believe that these evil intentions
 9        X|         Had he not good reason to believe that sooner or later this
10       XI|         broken off,” he replied, “believe me, Monsieur d’Escorval,
11       XI|         of a child. He refuses to believe that the world has progressed
12       XI|          Lacheneur, “and I do not believe that my daughter will marry
13       XI|         my poor boy, you must not believe all they hear, if you have.
14     XIII|          Lacheneur.~ ~“And do you believe that this is the husband
15      XIV|        very moment that she could believe or suspect that another
16      XVI|         this, and you undoubtedly believe it. But I, who have sought
17      XVI|           M. d’Escorval could not believe his ears. “Pedler?” he repeated.~ ~“
18      XVI|        has nearly killed Maurice. Believe me, I have suffered cruelly
19      XVI|         make me, your old friend, believe that a man of your superior
20      XVI|         me, if you dare, that you believe these visits are addressed
21      XVI|           he said:~ ~“How can one believe this assurance after the
22      XVI|           it, Monsieur, refuse to believe me. But you will wring from
23      XVI|        said, sadly; “you will not believe. Who knows how much your
24     XVII|           said:~ ~“You are wrong, believe me, to refuse this offer.
25     XVII|       turned by flattery, and who believe that in their veins flows
26    XVIII|       insupportable—you would not believe me. But I do say to you,
27      XXI|        anything very much, really believe that it will come to pass.
28    XXIII|          could not, he would not, believe it; and yet the recollection
29     XXIV| ridiculous stories, but she could believe, and she did believe that
30     XXIV|        could believe, and she did believe that the baron was the prime
31     XXIV|         dead!”~ ~One might indeed believe the poor girl dead, to see
32     XXIV|           she interrupted, “and I believe you. But I also know that
33     XXIV|        the insurrectionists. They believe it, and they will say it.”~ ~“
34     XXIV|           said he. “Only I do not believe a word of this fiction.”~ ~
35    XXVII|           Monsieur d’Escorval?’ I believe that the brigand who uttered
36    XXVII|       been one person who did not believe in the baron’s entire innocence.
37   XXVIII|          The abbe almost began to believe it.~ ~“You must go with
38   XXVIII|           soldiers could scarcely believe their eyes when they saw
39   XXVIII|          extinguished.~ ~“And you believe that this letter can be
40   XXVIII|       discouragement.~ ~“I do not believe it!”~ ~“But——”~ ~With a
41     XXIX|         weapon, which, I hope and believe, places the Duc de Sairmeuse
42     XXIX|     Courtornieu, is his friend. I believe that Monsieur d’Escorval
43     XXIX|           a forced smile, “I must believe this and other evidence.
44     XXIX|        and other evidence. I must believe that you have forced me
45     XXIX|       duke no longer knew what to believe; but what exasperated him
46     XXIX|        you alone, Marquis.~ ~“You believe in nothing, you doubt everything—
47     XXIX|          him to the highest rank. Believe me, we can safely confide
48      XXX|          that the baron could not believe his own ears.~ ~“I cannot
49     XXXI|           could not, he would not believe them capable of ignobly
50     XXXV|          overcome. To hear was to believe.~ ~The men—they were, of
51    XXXVI|         as I supposed,” said he. “Believe me, Monsieur—Dubois, you
52  XXXVIII|      miserable outlaw, he did not believe it.~ ~While awaiting Martial
53  XXXVIII|          said grimly. “You do not believe in my sincerity, Jean. Here
54    XXXIX|          rascal, Lacheneur?”~ ~“I believe so.”~ ~“It will not be long
55    XXXIX|         soon make his appearance, believe me. If he went away, he
56       XL|            Old hypocrite! does he believe me his dupe?”~ ~His dupe!
57       XL|       curved Martial’s lips.~ ~“I believe, on the contrary, that I
58    XLVII|          to him, but he could not believe it.~ ~But, on the other
59    XLVII|         true? I will not—I cannot believe it! She, whom I revered
60     XLIX|        excuses; and, if one might believe him, he was not acting in
61       LI|        Paris! You are crazy, I do believe. What would you do there?”~ ~“
62      LII|               The servant did not believe a word of this response;
63      LII|         but I—I——”~ ~“Well?”~ ~“I believe he was murdered.”~ ~An exclamation
64      LII|     plausible.~ ~Chelteux did not believe a word of it, however; for,
65      LII|         For once,” he thought, “I believe that fortune smiles upon
66      LII|         was better that he should believe this than suspect the truth.~ ~
67      LIV|          what to imagine, what to believe.~ ~But he was fully resolved
68       LV|           Monsieur Segmuller will believe me,” he thought. “But will