Chapter

 1       II|            confer with him.~ ~They rose at his approach, and removed
 2       II|             Lacheneur was relating rose vividly before him.~ ~To
 3       II|          suspect it.”~ ~Marie-Anne rose, her eyes flashed with generous
 4       II|          our cure.”~ ~M. Lacheneur rose, unable to conceal his frightful
 5       IV|         considered his equal.~ ~He rose and offered the visitors
 6        V|         harsh, unnatural voice: “I rose this morning the richest
 7        V|         have done.”~ ~The baroness rose, too much the woman to know
 8     VIII|       inextricable labyrinth.~ ~He rose before daybreak, and wandered
 9       IX|           it.~ ~A few stunted oaks rose here and there above the
10       IX|          appeared—Marie-Anne.~ ~He rose, but fearing observation,
11        X|      replying.~ ~“Yes, pretty as a rose,” continued the duke; “but
12       XI|       thrown aside his gun; he now rose and brushed the knee of
13     XIII|             so much the worse. She rose and accepted his arm to
14      XIV| uncertainty, honor triumphed.~ ~He rose and declared that the proposed
15      XVI|             d’Escorval entered she rose, and for a moment they remained
16       XX|       heard in the vestibule.~ ~He rose—but at that very instant
17       XX|            by the weight of years, rose to its full height.~ ~He
18     XXIV|          now, had remained seated, rose.~ ~“On hearing of the unfortunate
19    XXVII|        counsel for the prosecution rose.~ ~His presentation of the
20    XXVII|          Stand up.”~ ~The prisoner rose.~ ~“Your name and age?”~ ~“
21    XXVII|        Thus called upon, the baron rose, calm and dignified. Terrible
22    XXVII|          ago.”~ ~The oldest lawyer rose, trembling with indignation,
23     XXIX|          more insulting reply that rose to his lips. Trembling with
24     XXIX|           must be executed——”~ ~He rose, and in the tone of a man
25      XXX|         his pallet, and before him rose that vision of the last
26      XXX|           them; and then the baron rose from his knees.~ ~All sorts
27     XXXI|       together.~ ~And soon a voice rose so clear and penetrating
28     XXXI|            the wife of the traitor rose, and grasping the unfortunate
29     XXXI|          dust and blood, the woman rose, evidently more surprised
30     XXXI|           the ground?”~ ~Lacheneur rose with a shudder.~ ~He had
31   XXXIII|          the part of Mlle. Blanche rose from the custom of designating
32    XXXIV|             a vision of Marie-Anne rose before him, more life-like,
33    XXXIV|           him, and when the guests rose to repair to the drawing-rooms,
34     XXXV|       stunned and dizzy.~ ~When he rose two men seized him roughly.~ ~“
35     XXXV|           mountain before the moon rose.~ ~By midnight the fugitives
36    XXXVI|           scene in the prison-cell rose suddenly and vividly before
37    XXXVI|          his last farewell!”~ ~She rose, and in an imperious voice:~ ~“
38       XL|            seated in an arm-chair, rose, leaning heavily upon the
39     XLII|      agitated by the question that rose to her lips. What humiliation!
40     XLIV|            tried another plan. She rose, forced her lips to smile,
41     XLVI|            murmured Blanche.~ ~She rose, but her limbs trembled
42     XLVI|            by an electric battery, rose and extended her arms to
43    XLVII|       poisoned with arsenic.”~ ~He rose to his feet, and cast a
44    XLVII|       confess, were not couleur de rose.~ ~“I well remember how
45    XLVII|            replied Jean.~ ~Maurice rose.~ ~“Last night?” said he. “
46        L|           ever in her thoughts; it rose before her in all its horror
47        L|        Between her and her husband rose that dread apparition; and
48      LIV|            resisted.~ ~One of them rose suddenly, and, seizing the