Chapter

 1       II|               At the sound of this dear voice, M. Lacheneur trembled
 2       II|       thousand times.~ ~“Ah, well, dear father,” said she, “what
 3       II|     Escorval for his attention, my dear Maurice,” he responded. “
 4      III|            he comes, for the poor, dear man has not breakfasted
 5       IV|              Will you take a seat, dear Monsieur Lacheneur?” said
 6        V|           in all that he held most dear in the world.~ ~Ah! it is
 7        V|         usual coolness.~ ~“Now, my dear friend,” he inquired, “what
 8        V|        interfere.~ ~“Take care, my dear friend, that your grief
 9       VI|      oppose me. He, who married my dear mother without a dowry,
10       VI|        Lacheneur, and added:~ ~“My dear friend, I, in my son’s behalf,
11     VIII|          through the panes of that dear window.~ ~Marie-Anne was
12        X|       really think so——”~ ~“Ah! my dear sir, is not my fortune yours?
13     XIII|     chamberlain to Bonaparte, this dear marquis. But, chut! do not
14     XIII|           relations, which were so dear to me, broken,” resumed
15     XIII|            letter and read:~ ~“‘My dear blanche—You know that the
16     XIII|        lines:~ ~“One must live, my dear Blanche!” added Marie-Anne, “
17      XVI|     Monsieur.”~ ~“You say this, my dear child—you say this, and
18      XVI|           I have but just come, my dear friend.”~ ~M. Lacheneur
19     XVII|            very easy to reach you, dear Marie-Anne,” she said, at
20     XVII|         she said:~ ~“Take care, my dear friend; I am going to call
21     XVII|            going to be married, my dear.”~ ~“I!”~ ~“Yes, you, you
22     XVII|            We must go. Good-by, my dear. Come, Aunt Medea.”~ ~She
23      XIX|           following epistle:~ ~“My dear friend—We are at last agreed,
24       XX|           de Sairmeuse read:~ ~“My dear friend—We are at last agreed,
25       XX|       grateful for their folly, my dear duke, and run and order
26      XXI|           dangers of those who are dear to me—share in their victory
27   XXVIII| insurrection was left blank.~ ~“My dear friend, we are at last agreed,
28      XXX|         agony on thinking of these dear ones was terrible. He was
29      XXX|         said:~ ~“You are young, my dear Martial.”~ ~The baron was
30      XXX|            You are only twenty, my dear Martial,” pursued the Marquis
31      XLI|        Heaven will protect you, my dear child. I can see only advantages
32     XLIV|          little son who was doubly dear to her by reason of the
33     XLIV|       things to tell you! Jean, my dear brother, can it be that
34     XLIV|           upon it, and read:~ ~“My dear Marie-Anne—Perhaps you have
35       LI|           with what intense joy my dear niece would send me to join
36      LII|          and said:~ ~“In short, my dear, we have had our little
37     LIII|            She had often heard her dear, dead husband say that madame
38       LV|          Perhaps you are right, my dear Lecoq,” he said, at last; “