Chapter

 1        I|     before entering the house of God.~ ~But few of the men entered
 2        I|         such as: “By my faith in God!” or “May the devil burn
 3       II|         is done, godmother.’~ ~“‘God be praised!’ she whispered; ‘
 4       II|          one of those acts which God alone can judge, since God
 5       II|       God alone can judge, since God alone can read the depths
 6       II|        fool. By the holy name of God this shall not be!”~ ~“Oh,
 7      III|         cure of Sairmeuse, thank God! is not so poor as she says.”~ ~
 8        V|      home.~ ~Her husband was her God. She lived in him and through
 9        V|           What has happened? For God’s sake, tell me what has
10        V|         that stupor—that gift of God—which follows cries that
11     VIII|         of her father, imploring God’s blessing upon us both.”~ ~
12       XI|            If these relations—as God forbid—have been broken
13       XI|          hands clinched.~ ~“Good God!” he exclaimed; “prove that,
14     XIII|       she had dreamed? Ah, well! God grant that she may be happy;
15      XVI|         Escorval’s mind.~ ~“Good God!” he thought, “does this
16      XVI|        voice, he said:~ ~“Before God, who hears my words, by
17     XVII|            she exclaimed. “Great God! what shame! what humiliation!”~ ~“
18    XVIII|          is living there.”~ ~“My God! And Martial de Sairmeuse?”~ ~“
19     XXII|         is discovered!”~ ~“Great God!”~ ~“Major Carini has been
20     XXII|         rushing, and they prayed God for an inspiration to check
21    XXIII|         muzzle of my gun. It was God who stayed my hand by reminding
22    XXIII|        were approaching.~ ~“Good God!” exclaimed Chanlouineau, “
23     XXIV|       proved themselves cowards. God have mercy upon me; my husband
24     XXIV|         in a just and beneficial God?”~ ~“Oh! I have courage,
25     XXIV|        raised as if to call upon God to witness their fidelity.~ ~“
26      XXV|          you are in the sight of God? The failure of your father’
27      XXV|          mercy and aid of a just God.~ ~They could only pray.
28      XXV|      signed Duc de Sairmeuse.~ ~“God be praised!” exclaimed Maurice, “
29    XXVII|         priest, swear before the God who will judge all men,
30   XXVIII|      would be too great a crime. God will not permit it.”~ ~She
31   XXVIII|       way to reach him, and then God will tell me what course
32     XXIX|      re-entering the room.~ ~“My God, Thou hast heard my prayers!”
33      XXX|          have gone mad, I, thank God! still possess my reason!
34     XXXI|         always against the wind. God will protect you. Farewell!”~ ~
35     XXXI|      people,” he exclaimed, “and God will reward you for your
36   XXXIII|        do what I did,” he said. “God sees us, and judges us!”~ ~
37     XXXV|      murmuring:~ ~“If there is a God who watches over honest
38     XXXV|        eyes this instant!”~ ~The God of the just was watching.~ ~
39     XXXV|         heaven:~ ~“My hope is in God!” he said, reverently.~ ~
40     XXXV|       that they shuddered.~ ~“My God! what shall we do?” faltered
41     XXXV|       one of you must assume it. God will forgive this deception
42     XXXV|        now return to France. May God protect you! Farewell!”~ ~
43    XXXVI|     would become~ of you? Oh, my God, would you not be reduced
44    XXXVI|       mediocre, unworthy.~ ~Good God! what if this comparison
45    XXXIX|         his clinched fist.~ ~“My God!” he exclaimed; “this is
46     XLIV|          these matters. Leave to God’s justice the task of punishing
47      XLV|         contents of the bowl.~ ~“God shall decide!” she murmured. “
48      XLV|         armchair, crying:~ ~“Oh, God! how I suffer!”~ ~
49     XLVI| piteously for water or entreated God to shorten her torture.~ ~“
50     XLVI|       suffer too much! Death! My God! grant me death!”~ ~She
51     XLVI|          If you should die—great God! what would my life be afterward?”~ ~
52     XLVI|       forget your oath! Blanche, God sometimes permits the dead
53    XLVII|        Pare: “I dress the wound: God heals it.”~ ~After a six
54    XLVII|         uttered a cry of joy.~ ~“God has sent you here!” he exclaimed. “
55    XLVII|         for the dead, entreating God to grant peace and happiness
56    XLVII|          Corporal Bavois.”~ ~“My God!”~ ~“And it is a miracle
57        L|           and then—oh, then!”~ ~“God grant it!” said Aunt Medea,
58        L|          remained the justice of God.~ ~A few weeks before, this
59        L|       thought of “the justice of God” might, perhaps, have brought
60       LI|    thought the humble relative. “God only knows with what intense
61      LII|    lifted her eyes to heaven.~ ~“God grant that he knows nothing
62      LII|         The Duc de Sairmeuse! My God! how did it happen?”~ ~“
63     LIII|       protect her. She entreated God to grant her time for repentance
64     LIII|        hope in the life to come. God will punish you. You, too,
65       LV|        almost forsook him.~ ~“My God, inspire me,” he murmured. “
66       LV|        woman!” he murmured; “may God forgive you as I forgive