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 1        V|       to chastise the insolent wretch.~ ~Fortunately—unfortunately,
 2       VI|     the work of that miserable wretch and thief, Chupin. Ah, canaille!
 3       XI|       tones:~ ~“Go, you little wretch! do you wish to render all
 4       XV|        to you: ‘Go, you little wretch! do you wish to render all
 5       XX|     clinched fist.~ ~“You lie, wretch!” he thundered, with the
 6    XXIII|      given herself to you.”~ ~“Wretch! how dare you!”~ ~Chanlouineau
 7    XXIII|      and the stories of such a wretch.”~ ~“Do not speak ill of
 8     XXIV| happiness of my life. And then—wretch that I was!—when I wished
 9    XXVII|       his gilded arm-chair.~ ~“Wretch!” he exclaimed, “rascal!
10     XXIX|     tools of your son?”~ ~“Ah, wretch! hussy! viper!” interrupted
11     XXIX|     can be bought.”~ ~“No! the wretch who betrays his comrade
12     XXXI|     worse than tigers, and the wretch who leads them on must have
13     XXXI|      revenge.”~ ~The miserable wretch seemed crushed. Now that
14   XXXIII|        really suppose that the wretch was sorry for what he had
15    XXXIV|     his wife roughly aside.~ ~“Wretch!” said he, “how dare you
16  XXXVIII|     saying:~ ~“Here, miserable wretch!”~ ~“Wretch!” repeated Jean
17  XXXVIII|    Here, miserable wretch!”~ ~“Wretch!” repeated Jean and Corporal
18    XXXIX|     clinched fists.~ ~“Ah, the wretch!” he exclaimed.~ ~“Martial
19     XLII|       reconciliation? That old wretch, Chupin——”~ ~“We shall never
20     XLII|        tell you that I saw the wretch. I know him well; have I
21    XLIII|       It is for this miserable wretch that he abandons me!”~ ~
22     XLIV|  lightning flash.~ ~“Mon Dieu! wretch that I am!” she exclaimed. “
23      XLV|    betrayed her—this miserable wretch, who made it his business
24      XLV|        find him.~ ~“I knew the wretch was deceiving me,” she muttered
25    XLVII|        had sworn that the vile wretch who betrayed my father should
26    XLVII|           It was you, infamous wretch!” exclaimed Maurice. “You
27    XLVII|    furious gesture.~ ~“And the wretch binds my hands by saving
28        L|  intense delight in making the wretch who murdered her die a lingering
29      LII|        be at the mercy of this wretch, as she was already at the
30      LII|     man was really a miserable wretch, one of Fouche’s vilest
31      LII| perversity of his father, this wretch had inherited neither his
32      LII|        she refused to give the wretch what he demanded:~ ~“That
33      LII|        such a beggarly looking wretch, accused him of being a
34     LIII|    Chupin was in prison.~ ~The wretch, after drinking more heavily
35     LIII|        to the career of such a wretch,” said the Journal des Debats,
36     LIII|  reconciled to the sons of the wretch who betrayed my father.”~ ~
37      LIV|       he was really the abject wretch whose rags he wore.~ ~Otto
38       LV|      this morning.”~ ~“Ah! the wretch!” exclaimed the young policeman.~ ~