Chapter

 1       IV|           if to retire.~ ~No one, save his daughter, knew the truth;
 2      VII|           of the rural code.~ ~To save himself from falling into
 3      XVI|       than the ground; no ceiling save the thatch that formed the
 4     XVII| Chanlouineau will, at all events, save you from the painful necessity
 5     XXII|           a hostage; her life may save the life of our friends.”~ ~
 6     XXII|          We are betrayed! Let him save himself who can!”~ ~This
 7    XXIII|         blood had flowed; he must save those who remained.~ ~“Cease
 8    XXIII|   impotent rage, he saw no refuge save in death.~ ~He had only
 9    XXIII|     Nothing disturbed the silence save the moans of a few wounded
10    XXIII|          to death and if I should save him, Marie-Anne would refuse
11     XXIV|       reflected, “the only way to save the father.”~ ~A violent
12     XXIV|           perish in my attempt to save my father. She will be your
13      XXV|          We shall succeed. I will save your father, and mine—I
14      XXV|           father, and mine—I will save your brother!”~ ~The horses
15      XXV|         your own guilt, you could save your father, I should tell
16      XXV|           the gates of Montaignac save one.~ ~Through this gate
17     XXVI|        good cheer; he promises to save Monsieur d’Escorval!”~ ~
18    XXVII|          some plan. He intends to save your father. How, I cannot
19   XXVIII|      dishonor me in pretending to save me.”~ ~His agony was terrible.
20   XXVIII|        heroic resolve.~ ~“We must save him!” she exclaimed. “We
21   XXVIII|       these letters might perhaps save the life of one who has
22   XXVIII|        you not make use of it and save yourself?”~ ~The young man
23   XXVIII|         his to give.~ ~“I wish to save him,” he added, “I can do
24   XXVIII| Marie-Anne.~ ~“Yes, but I wish to save my friend, and I cannot
25   XXVIII|    nothing—that he sees no way to save the baron. You will tell
26     XXIX|   exclaimed, “and you, wishing to save him from the fate which
27     XXIX|       heart be reassured. We will save your father, I promise you—
28     XXIX|       said he, “for attempting to save the baron! His blood shed
29     XXIX|        risk more in attempting to save the baron”—in his anxiety
30      XXX|          is for you I am working. Save all your strength for to-night.”~ ~
31     XXXI|   confessed that nothing was real save his hatred, his implacable
32     XXXI|         crying:~ ~“Fly, Monsieur, save yourself—you are betrayed!”~ ~
33     XXXI|    extraordinary vehemence. “Fly, save yourself. You shall not
34     XXXI|       that it will not be easy to save you,” resumed the honest
35     XXXI|      visitor was lost.~ ~“We must save him! we must save him!”
36     XXXI|         We must save him! we must save him!” cried the woman.~ ~“
37     XXXI|        the woman.~ ~“Yes, we must save him!” repeated the husband,
38     XXXI|           would bring him nothing save disgrace and obloquy.~ ~“
39    XXXII|     prejudices to be braved.~ ~To save the life of Baron d’Escorval—
40    XXXII|         the honor of our name, to save Baron d’Escorval. If he
41   XXXIII|        did not lift her finger to save a single one of the condemned
42   XXXIII|           had tried, too late, to save, deserved death. They knew
43     XXXV|      every possible precaution to save himself from being dragged
44     XXXV|        cares, but I was unable to save him. Undoubtedly, by this
45     XXXV|      right hand, if necessary, to save him!” he exclaimed, at last.~ ~“
46     XXXV|              If it is possible to save him, he will be saved, my
47   XXXVII|         said Martial, “and I will save the baron.”~ ~“Save the
48   XXXVII|          will save the baron.”~ ~“Save the baron,” replied the
49   XXXVII|          any human being to do to save the baron, I will do. If
50  XXXVIII|         it as you will.”~ ~Anyone save Jean Lacheneur would have
51  XXXVIII|          Marie-Anne can no longer save you.”~ ~But the blades had
52       XL|            and because all women, save one who can never be mine,
53      XLI|            Would it be a crime to save me from such suffering?
54      XLV|           her. There was no floor save the ground; the walls were
55      XLV|         And whom could she expect save Martial? The person who
56     XLVI|          her head.~ ~“Nothing can save me now,” she murmured, in
57    XLVII|        saved so many others, will save her.”~ ~As the priest sadly
58      LII|          not hurt me, and it will save the young lady. And afterward
59      LII|           And no precautions will save us. At the very moment when
60      LII|         sound broke the stillness save Martial’s monotonous tread,
61      LIV|          is not far off. The name—save the honor of the name!”~ ~
62       LV|         he murmured. “How shall I save the honor of the name?”~ ~