Chapter

 1       II|         Are you ill, father?” she asked, in her sweet voice; “what
 2       II|          so unworthy of you?” she asked, gently. “You know perfectly
 3       II|           just arrived. They have asked the hospitality of our cure.”~ ~
 4        V|               What has happened?” asked the baron, eagerly.~ ~But
 5       IX|          such an imputation?” she asked, sadly. “Must I declare
 6       XV|          priest the poor so often asked advice of him that he applied
 7       XV|            What has happened?” he asked.~ ~“A disappointment in
 8       XV|          of his daughter, which I asked in behalf of my son. Maurice
 9       XV|              Are you quite sure,” asked his father, “that you correctly
10     XVII|           breakfast, his daughter asked a moment’s conversation
11     XVII|        Sairmeuse and himself, and asked if Martial had been informed
12    XVIII|        hope of salvation.~ ~If he asked his parents no questions
13      XIX|       willing captive. If she had asked him to make her his wife
14       XX|     seizing him by the collar, he asked, sternly:~ ~“Who are you?
15     XXII|         the carriage-windows, she asked the coachman the cause of
16     XXII| rendezvous.~ ~“Where is he?” they asked. “Who knows but he is afraid
17      XXV|           we should not succeed,” asked Maurice, gloomily, “what
18      XXV|       pale.~ ~“Is he wounded?” he asked, eagerly.~ ~“He has not
19   XXVIII|          a wedding; he did what I asked. This letter, which is now
20     XXIX|           Why do you not answer?” asked Martial, with evident anxiety.~ ~
21     XXIX|            Do you hate me, then?” asked Martial, sadly.~ ~If she
22     XXIX|          are imposed, what then?” asked M. de Sairmeuse.~ ~“In that
23     XXIX|         his father, and brusquely asked: “Have you any man in whom
24      XXX|           finished his repast, he asked for pen, ink, and paper.
25      XXX|      credulity. When Chanlouineau asked you to allow him to receive
26     XXXI|          back to the citadel, and asked the sergeant at the gate
27     XXXI|         Where are my friends?” he asked, anxiously. “Where is your
28     XXXI|              Who has sold me?” he asked, in a strained, unnatural
29     XXXI|           now on the mountain who asked me where he was; and I saw
30     XXXI|           us.”~ ~“And your wife?” asked Lacheneur.~ ~The honest
31   XXXIII|        the Marquis de Courtornieu asked if she would consent to
32   XXXIII|          opinion Chanlouineau had asked.~ ~This error on the part
33   XXXIII|          disappeared. And Martial asked himself again and again,
34    XXXIV|           What do you desire?” he asked, coldly.~ ~Jean drew from
35    XXXIV|     forward.~ ~“What is it?” they asked in a breath; “what has happened?”~ ~
36     XXXV|             Is it all over?” they asked. “Is there any hope?”~ ~
37     XXXV|         carry away my father?” he asked. “Must we not be in Piedmont
38     XXXV|             Do you know, sir,” he asked, coldly, “that I incur a
39     XXXV|           And you, my friend,” he asked, sadly, “what are you going
40   XXXVII|          his son.~ ~“Maurice?” he asked.~ ~“Is in safety,” replied
41   XXXVII|           he would go at once; he asked only to see his father and
42  XXXVIII|               Are you afraid?” he asked.~ ~The other shrugged his
43     XLII|         you desire of me?” Chupin asked.~ ~“For the present, yes.
44    XLIII|         you tell me is true?” she asked.~ ~“As sure as that you
45    XLIII|             What do you wish?” he asked, not understanding in the
46      XLV|       shall I put this clothing?” asked the young peasant.~ ~“Lay
47    XLVII|       robbed me of it.”~ ~Then he asked himself who the murderer
48    XLVII|            What has happened?” he asked, in a stifled voice. “My
49    XLVII|     priest averted his face.~ ~“I asked you who was with her when
50    XLVII|           this about a child?” he asked, harshly.~ ~A flood of crimson
51    XLVII|        form was reposing, that he asked an explanation.~ ~“She was
52   XLVIII|         do you wish to know?” she asked.~ ~“Because I suffered agony
53   XLVIII|     court-yard of the chateau and asked to see Mme. Blanche, the
54        L|           And Blanche, in terror, asked herself what would be her
55       LI|            Blanche, on going out, asked Aunt Medea to accompany
56       LI|          is to become of me?” she asked, in plaintive tones.~ ~“
57       LI|           do you wish, then?” she asked, in a still more sarcastic
58      LII|           message.~ ~“A man?” she asked, carelessly; “what man?”~ ~
59     LIII|         what am I to say to her?” asked the astonished widow.~ ~“
60      LIV|      countenance.~ ~“What is it?” asked Martial, divining some great
61       LV|        are you talking about?” he asked, petulantly.~ ~“I say that