Chapter

 1       II|        entered the room I saw a look of relief appear upon her
 2        V|        the girl motioned her to look and to listen to M. Lacheneur.~ ~
 3       IX|         once without pausing to look back. Before night we shall
 4       IX|         checked him by a single look.~ ~“Fly!” said she, reproachfully; “
 5       XI|        without giving Maurice a look in which he read a farewell
 6     XIII|         construed into, “Go and look for her if you choose.”
 7      XVI|     from his brow, he turned to look back on the road which he
 8      XVI|     when she had found them:~ ~“Look at me, Monsieur. Do you
 9      XVI|     repeated.~ ~“Yes, Monsieur. Look, there is my pack in that
10      XVI|      for these frequent visits? Look me in the eye, and then
11    XVIII|         are you not? Very well! look me in the face, in the eyes,
12    XVIII|        with clasped hands and a look of entreaty.~ ~“You are
13    XVIII|     hesitated, but an imploring look from Marie-Anne decided
14      XXI|     windows of the citadel. And look, you can see it yet. This
15      XXI|   tranquillity was feigned; the look which he cast upon Jean
16     XXII|       the peasants, chancing to look back, had seen the lamps
17     XXIV|       thought we were fighting. Look at my gun; I have not fired
18    XXVII|    seance; and they had time to look about them.~ ~The arrangements
19     XXIX|  admiration and jealousy in the look that Martial fixed upon
20     XXIX|     which side does this window look?”~ ~“On the country.”~ ~“
21      XXX|         through which one might look from one room into the other.~ ~
22      XXX|    Chanlouineau’s words and the look that accompanied them recurred
23      XXX|        did come to the door and look in, then went away to say
24      XXX|            We have just taken a look at the prisoner. He is very
25    XXXII|            Martial noticed this look, however, and with a politeness
26     XXXV|         men and women paused to look at them, and when the little
27    XXXVI|        tones:~ ~“Here! Maurice! Look!”~ ~It was a French journal
28     XLII|       efforts.~ ~People did not look at her haughtily, or even
29     XLII|        that cold and persistent look that is said to exercise
30     XLII|        said, with a questioning look.~ ~With considerable hesitation,
31     XLII|    shoulder. He is frightful to look upon, a perfect skeleton,
32      XLV|        where you are, I wish to look about a little.”~ ~“What!
33      XLV|       to Aunt Medea, “I wish to look through the windows.”~ ~
34    XLVII|       thought the abbe, “I will look outside.”~ ~When morning
35   XLVIII|        heart was touched by the look of patient sorrow imprinted
36     XLIX|     same inexorable fatality.~ ~Look at the names already upon
37      LII|     calm. Turn your back to us; look out into the street; do
38      LII|        word, or a gesture, or a look from them, her haughty spirit
39      LIV| alighted.~ ~Without stopping to look to the right or to the left,