Chapter

 1      III|         take the very shoes off his feet and the bread from his mouth.
 2        V|         playing on the rug at their feet, it seemed to them that
 3        V|          should have fallen at your feet. They are heartless monsters,
 4       IX|        thrown myself at my father’s feet; he repulsed me.”~ ~Maurice
 5       XI|             threw him more than ten feet, exclaiming:~ ~“This last
 6       XV|          the dust of exile from his feet, and already his imagination
 7      XVI|           pathway which her patient feet had worn in the performance
 8     XVII|             to bring Martial to her feet.~ ~After having made an
 9     XXII|             was standing only a few feet from the speaker with his
10     XXIV|             himself at his mother’s feet.~ ~“Oh, my mother! my dearest
11    XXVII|            a height of six or seven feet.~ ~This was the place selected
12    XXVII|           speak when my body is six feet under ground.”~ ~“What is
13    XXVII|         fear to trample beneath its feet the most sacred rules of
14     XXIX|       ground?”~ ~“It is about forty feet from the base of the tower.”~ ~“
15     XXIX|              I scarcely know. Sixty feet, at least, I should think.”~ ~“
16     XXIX|    necessary to procure one hundred feet of strong rope. It will
17     XXIX|          will you procure a hundred feet of rope at this hour in
18      XXX|       deposited on the floor at his feet. He was turning around and
19      XXX|      falling from a height of fifty feet; he was hurled down to the
20     XXXI|           dead and buried a hundred feet under ground, I should gain
21     XXXI|            she threw herself at his feet, crying:~ ~“Fly, Monsieur,
22     XXXI|           not more than two hundred feet from the house in which
23     XXXI|             soldiers were but a few feet from him.~ ~“Halt!” he exclaimed,
24     XXXV|          and the precipice at one’s feet, would have been considered
25     XXXV|          the rock, then bracing his feet against the bar, he seated
26     XXXV|   determined energy, he screwed his feet and his knees into the crevices
27     XXXV|           that will give you eighty feet of good strong rope. Then
28    XXXVI|          was exhausted; her swollen feet would no longer sustain
29    XXXVI|            the young lady is on her feet again we must hurry on.”~ ~
30    XXXVI|          the earth burn beneath his feet.~ ~This persistent weakness
31    XXXVI|           young lady will be on her feet again,” interrupted the
32   XXXVII|          more fortunate, was on his feet by the end of the week.~ ~
33  XXXVIII|             detested marquis at his feet.~ ~“Very well, I will give
34      XLI|         soon as I can stand upon my feet, they will shoot me down.
35     XLII|         ruined and dishonored at my feet. You shall see that day!
36     XLVI|          floor seemed to scorch her feet.~ ~A strange, inexplicable
37    XLVII|          arsenic.”~ ~He rose to his feet, and cast a bewildered glance
38    XLVII|            the young man was on his feet, pale and menacing; a flame
39   XLVIII| thunder-bolt riven the earth at the feet of the murderess, she could
40     XLIX|        explored to the depth of six feet.~ ~A word dropped by a peasant
41      LIV|         perfect she had encased her feet in large, coarse shoes that
42       LV|           bound, Martial was on his feet.~ ~“Is it possible?” he