Chapter

 1       IV|         you a fortune.”~ ~As she sprang forward her beautiful dark
 2        V|         have supposed so, for he sprang forward.~ ~“This shall not
 3       VI|      approaching happiness.~ ~He sprang toward his father, and seizing
 4       VI|         d’Escorval and Lacheneur sprang out upon the terrace.~ ~
 5       IX|         the edge of the wood, he sprang toward her, and catching
 6       IX|       passed the frontier.”~ ~He sprang toward her with outstretched
 7     XIII|          Blanche, on seeing him, sprang up with a pretty affectation
 8      XVI|      regaining his composure. He sprang to the door, pushed Marie-Anne
 9    XVIII|      sight of Maurice, they both sprang up, blushing and confused.~ ~“
10      XIX|    escape from the drawing-room, sprang into his boat, and hastened
11       XX|       anger that the old poacher sprang to the door and turned the
12      XXI|        the stirrup, when two men sprang from the neighboring grove
13      XXI|        did not yet despair; they sprang to the horse’s head.~ ~“
14     XXIV|         first time, that when he sprang from the carriage to lift
15    XXVII|         lips.~ ~But Chanlouineau sprang up at the same time, trembling
16    XXVII|         counsel for the prisoner sprang up.~ ~“We demand,” they
17   XXVIII|         not last long; she again sprang up, her eyes brilliant with
18     XXIX|          On seeing Marie-Anne he sprang up, as pale and agitated
19     XXIX| Sairmeuse, your son.”~ ~The duke sprang up, fire flashing from his
20     XXIX|  complete the sentence. The duke sprang to the door, and, in a voice
21      XXX|             Trembling, the baron sprang up, saying:~ ~“They have
22      XXX|         with happiness, his wife sprang forward with open arms to
23     XXXI|          time for reflection; he sprang into the forest that lies
24     XXXI|     Charves, he saw two men, who sprang up and fled at his approach.
25     XXXI|        awakened by the noise. He sprang up, and came out into the
26     XXXI|        Lacheneur and the peasant sprang to the door to see for themselves.~ ~
27    XXXIV|       duke and Mme. Blanche both sprang forward.~ ~“What is it?”
28  XXXVIII|        he turned abruptly aside, sprang over the fence skirting
29    XXXIX|          all!”~ ~M. de Sairmeuse sprang up.~ ~“Ah, well! what if
30     XLII|         of him, when suddenly he sprang up before me, extending
31     XLIV|          will be avenged!”~ ~She sprang up to rush after him and
32     XLIV|        instant’s hesitation, she sprang to the door and opened it.
33     XLVI|          by no such scruples. He sprang across the body, lifted
34    XLVII|        about to leave. The tears sprang to his eyes.~ ~“You have
35    XLVII|        here!” he exclaimed.~ ~He sprang to Maurice, and shaking
36    XLVII|         at our mercy!”~ ~Maurice sprang up in a fury of passion,
37   XLVIII|   holding it in her hands.~ ~She sprang up, examined the pocket
38      LII|          in her chair.~ ~Blanche sprang up with a face as colorless
39      LIV|        speak to her; then nimbly sprang upon the box, and gave his
40      LIV|         could endure no more. He sprang to the door of the hovel,