Chapter

 1        I|       every side little groups of peasants were hurrying into the church-yard.
 2        I|      Chupin,” murmured one of the peasants with a sigh of relief.~ ~“
 3        I|       Here, in the midst of these peasants, who were listening to him
 4        I|         of him,” echoed the other peasants, approvingly.~ ~The old
 5        I|          common movement, all the peasants who had watches consulted
 6        I|          Yes, yes!” exclaimed the peasants; “let us go at once!”~ ~
 7      III|    Martial observed the groups of peasants who were still talking there.~ ~“
 8      III|         do you think of all these peasants?” he inquired of his father. “
 9       IV|           individual names of the peasants, whom he regarded with such
10       VI|       laughed and made fun of the peasants. They say they are going
11      VII|          the cold and calculating peasants who were his neighbors.~ ~
12      VII|          that ever existed.~ ~The peasants feared him, and yet they
13      VII|     former owner.~ ~From him, the peasants learned only the bare fact;
14      VII|          shared by forty or fifty peasants.~ ~“My friends,” he exclaimed,
15      VII|           self-satisfied air, the peasants were secretly laughing and
16     VIII|  river-bank he found six or seven peasants who were waiting to cross.~ ~
17     VIII|          M. d’Escorval’s son, the peasants became extremely cautious.
18       IX|         the conversation of these peasants that Maurice fully realized
19       IX|     Connecting the stories of the peasants with the words addressed
20       IX|        daughter of generations of peasants, to become a peasant. Go!
21        X|    exposed to the scrutiny of the peasants and of his acquaintances
22      XII| Chanlouineau, the fellow whom the peasants wished to kill yesterday
23       XV|       powers of resistance.~ ~The peasants who met him on his homeward
24       XV|   dismissed for incompetency. The peasants shunned him as they would
25      XVI|         the abodes of most of the peasants of the district.~ ~It was
26      XIX|        surprising to see how many peasants came to the house to speak
27      XIX|        them. And to each of these peasants Marie-Anne had something
28       XX|         repeated. “I speak of the peasants—they intend to take possession
29       XX|    soldiers at our command. These peasants are fools! But be grateful
30     XXII|            I see a great crowd of peasants on the hill; they have torches
31     XXII|         behind time, he found the peasants scattered through the wine-shops,
32     XXII|         band stopped. Some of the peasants, chancing to look back,
33     XXII|           soon overtook them. The peasants recognized the coachman’
34     XXII|         de Sairmeuse; and all the peasants who thought they had more
35     XXII|      Marie-Anne, who checked some peasants as they were springing toward
36     XXII|     gesture. “Wait here until the peasants come up, and say to them
37     XXII|        changed to curses.~ ~These peasants, nearly two thousand in
38     XXII|         go, on condition that the peasants will await their return
39     XXII|       prayers are unheeded.~ ~The peasants pass the outer line of fortifications
40     XXII|        fusillade.~ ~Three or four peasants fall, mortally wounded.
41    XXIII|          a conspiracy with vulgar peasants, drove the Duc de Sairmeuse
42    XXIII|         and clubs that these poor peasants could force an entrance
43    XXIII|           of the fugitives.~ ~The peasants had the advantage of their
44    XXIII|      fallen into the hands of the peasants?~ ~The duke’s relief was
45    XXIII|    convocation of these miserable peasants who, in their parricidal
46     XXIV|            massacring defenceless peasants and their families.~ ~While
47     XXIV|          and myself went to these peasants, in the hope of inducing
48     XXIV|          country after rebellious peasants. Really, I do not know what
49     XXIV|        his father was leading the peasants on to battle.~ ~“Another
50      XXV|       case he is safe; I know our peasants. There is not one who is
51      XXV|           there were only fifteen peasants wounded. Our men fired in
52    XXVII|      convict and condemn the poor peasants, of whom no one would think
53    XXVII|          vile wretches!”~ ~“These peasants are not vile wretches, but
54     XXXI|         low tones near him.~ ~Two peasants were emptying a bottle of
55     XXXI|           prisoners, about twenty peasants.~ ~Hidden by a great oak
56     XXXI|         this terrible avowal, the peasants who accompanied him were
57     XXXI|           half an hour before the peasants left the house; for to muster
58   XXXIII|  frightful brutality of which the peasants had been guilty.~ ~And when
59   XXXIII|         these plebeians—these low peasants—could possibly disturb her
60     XXXV|           then that they met some peasants going to their daily toil.
61     XXXV|            Among the two thousand peasants who believed that this wounded
62    XXXVI|          Bavois were disguised as peasants.~ ~The old soldier had made
63      XLI|    egotist care for these obscure peasants, whose names he does not
64    XLVII|           like all the well-to-do peasants of the neighborhood, and
65     LIII|        past she shuddered, as the peasants at Sairmeuse had done, when