Chapter

 1       II|       unrolled before one.~ ~On the right you can see the saw-mills
 2       II|        violence of manner. “By what right do you barricade my house
 3       II|            fragile.~ ~“You would be right, my daughter,” he murmured,
 4      III|        cries that proved him in the right, he leaned from the carriage-window,
 5       IV|     undisguised scorn. Why? By what right?~ ~Indignant at the outrage,
 6        V|             swerve from the path of right; if, when duty was at stake,
 7       IX|            be forced to yield. What right has he to ruin my happiness
 8       IX|            caprices? I love you—-by right of this love, you are mine—
 9        X|           of the King; had he not a right to aspire to anything?~ ~
10       XI|          gratify me to know by what right you make yourself the judge
11       XI|              Who has given you this right?”~ ~From Martial’s sneering
12       XI| conversation with Marie-Anne.~ ~“My right,” he replied, “is that of
13       XI|            But I have still another right,” continued Maurice. “My
14      XII|             himself too badly has a right to some consideration.”~ ~
15      XII|       exclaimed. “This rascal has a right to some consideration! Well,
16      XII|           What would become of your right to the estate?”~ ~M. Sairmeuse
17     XIII|       during the Revolution, have a right to expect ample compensation.
18     XIII|             when he saw that he was right.~ ~Mlle. Blanche de Courtornieu
19     XVII|          son, possesses, in his own right, an income of at least six
20    XVIII|         your associate would have a right to call you to account.
21    XXIII|         weapons in your hands? Come—right about. Follow me! We may
22    XXIII|         stopped him.~ ~“You have no right to sacrifice your life here,”
23    XXIII|        bathing a large wound in his right breast.~ ~“You have been
24     XXIV|          movement that movement was right. If he had attempted it,
25    XXVII|        pursued.~ ~“Yes.”~ ~“You are right in avowing it, for witnesses
26   XXVIII|          XXVIII~ ~The abbe had been right in feeling he could trust
27   XXVIII|            grenadiers, entered, his right hand lifted to his cap,
28   XXVIII|         sword by my side; I have no right to complain. But those cruel
29     XXIX|               What am I doing! What right have I to think of my friends,
30     XXIX|           severe than you. Jean was right to challenge me. I deserved
31     XXIX|         rivals who would give their right hand for this execrable
32      XXX|          foliage that he saw on the right were probably the forests
33      XXX|           the corporal, “we are all right. Let us see what progress
34     XXXI|         blind man to set him on the right track:~ ~“Walk straight
35     XXXI|         obloquy.~ ~“If you have any right to the reward, you must
36     XXXI|           command.~ ~“If I have any right!” interrupted Balstain; “
37     XXXI|          Balstain; “who contests my right, then?”~ ~He looked threateningly
38     XXXV|       moment.~ ~“Ah! I will give my right hand, if necessary, to save
39     XXXV| responsibility, feels that he has a right to be obeyed.~ ~“When the
40     XXXV|          the old soldier. “I have a right to a home with you; that
41  XXXVIII|         safe retreat, and I have no right to disclose it.”~ ~Maurice’
42      XLI|             only that he may have a right to protect you, and those
43      XLI|             bring it here. I have a right to do so, have I not?”~ ~
44      XLI|            neither the time nor the right to yield to her feelings.
45     XLII|            suppose that they have a right to come to me with their
46    XLIII|         Back of the orchard, to the right, are the vineyards; but
47    XLIII|           chagrin.~ ~“It serves you right for listening to a silly,
48     XLIV|           then:~ ~“Because I have a right to dispose of my own life,
49      XLV|             in the room.~ ~“That is right,” murmured Blanche, bitterly; “
50    XLVII|               Ah! the secretary was right!” he exclaimed. “Maurice,
51    XLVII|             he said:~ ~“You have no right to despair thus; you owe
52    XLVII|         give us a clew.”~ ~“You are right,” faltered the wretched
53    XLVII|           form, and an acknowledged right to a pension in the name
54     XLIX|                Holy Virgin! you are right!” he exclaimed. “Wait until
55      LIV|          curious gaze, and they are right; happiness is almost a crime.~ ~
56      LIV|          And if she has, have I any right to complain? Did I not tacitly
57      LIV|             stopping to look to the right or to the left, she hurried
58       LV|            Lecoq.”~ ~In this he was right.~ ~But he thought himself
59       LV|           you not? So you see I was right.”~ ~But his companion evinced
60       LV|        enthusiasm.~ ~“Yes, you were right,” he responded, in woebegone
61       LV|             him.~ ~“Perhaps you are right, my dear Lecoq,” he said,