Chapter

 1        I|          well, Father Chupin!” they cried, as soon as he was within
 2     VIII|             all to the wedding!’ he cried. ‘I am betrothed to Monsieur
 3       IX|            and denied him. Traitor, cried one; thief, cried the other.
 4       IX|          Traitor, cried one; thief, cried the other. He no longer
 5       XI|                  And I refused it!” cried a terrible voice.~ ~Marie-Anne
 6      XII| indispensable.~ ~“Ah, Monsieur,” he cried, “we have been searching
 7       XV|       herself to the staircase, she cried:~ ~“Help! help! My son is
 8    XVIII|           his appearance.~ ~“Well?” cried Maurice.~ ~M. d’Escorval
 9       XX|          duke.~ ~“They are coming!” cried Chupin; “they are already
10       XX|             Escorval——”~ ~“Enough!” cried the duke.~ ~Now that danger
11      XXI|        horse’s head.~ ~“Lacheneur,” cried the priest, “beware! The
12      XXI|        depart thus.~ ~“Maurice!” he cried.~ ~The young man hesitated,
13      XXI|             hope remains, Abbe!” he cried.~ ~“Alas!” murmured the
14     XXII|            has happened?” Lacheneur cried, in alarm.~ ~“All is discovered!”~ ~“
15    XXIII|            will make a stand then!” cried the others.~ ~But Chanlouineau
16    XXIII|        invulnerable.~ ~“Surrender!” cried the soldiers, amazed by
17      XXV|             the courtyard. The abbe cried: “Come, let us start.” Mme.
18     XXVI|           of the chamber.~ ~Maurice cried: “Come in,” and M. Laugeron
19    XXVII|      Escorval speaks the truth,” he cried, in a ringing voice; “the
20    XXVII|             up.~ ~“We demand,” they cried, “that this witness be heard.
21     XXIX|           can be saved.”~ ~“Speak!” cried Maurice; “what must we do?”~ ~“
22     XXIX|            who, in his prison-cell, cried that he died for love of
23     XXIX|                 You are silent,” he cried, with increased vehemence. “
24     XXIX|          man that you require!” she cried.~ ~“You?”~ ~“Yes, I. At
25     XXXI|             him! we must save him!” cried the woman.~ ~“Yes, we must
26    XXXII|           They shall see, then,” he cried, wrathfully, “if I turn
27    XXXII|    condescending manner.~ ~“Leave!” cried Chanlouineau, in a fury
28     XXXV|        scoundrel who cut the rope,” cried the corporal, in a passion
29     XXXV|           Ah! you are a brave man!” cried the abbe.~ ~“I know that
30    XXXVI|              Eh! we are fortunate!” cried Bavois. “Give me some, and
31    XXXVI|             has been put to death!” cried Marie-Anne, “and I—his daughter—
32  XXXVIII|             the darkness.~ ~“Jean,” cried Martial, in almost supplicating
33     XLII|         jubilant.~ ~“Good news!” he cried, as soon as he saw her; “
34     XLIV|      detaining hands.~ ~“Adieu!” he cried; “when you see me again,
35     XLVI|          and in a ringing voice she cried:~ ~“Help! help!”~ ~Eleven
36     XLVI|            who had entered when she cried for aid was watching over
37     XLVI|            poacher’s writhing body, cried:~ ~“Holy Virgin! now is
38    XLVII|         recognize him.~ ~“Jean!” he cried, “Jean Lacheneur!”~ ~With
39    XLVII|         chair:~ ~“That is true,” he cried. “Take me to my child.”~ ~“
40    XLVII|           shaking him violently, he cried:~ ~“Up! here is Martial,
41     LIII|         terrors.~ ~“I am lost!” she cried; “I am lost!”~ ~She tossed
42      LIV|            the room.~ ~“Surrender!” cried the inspector.~ ~Martial
43      LIV|     expected only assistance, so he cried:~ ~“Lost! It is the Prussians