Chapter

 1        I|             what does he want here?” demanded the same young farmer.~ ~“
 2       II|            Why is this gate closed?” demanded M. Lacheneur, with unwonted
 3       II|           And can you hesitate?” she demanded.~ ~“Ah! you do not know——”~ ~“
 4       IV|           Who is this person, Abbe?” demanded the duke, lightly.~ ~“Monsieur
 5       VI|             Where is this fighting?” demanded Lacheneur eagerly; “and
 6       IX|              owner of Sairmeuse, had demanded the sacrifice to which I
 7      XII|         eagerness with which Martial demanded:~ ~“How! is Mademoiselle
 8     XVII|            Duc de Sairmeuse formally demanded your hand on behalf of his
 9     XVII|             What are we doing here?” demanded Aunt Medea.~ ~“Let me alone!”
10     XVII|        Marquis de Sairmeuse?”~ ~“Has demanded the hand of your friend.
11       XX|                Well, what of it?” he demanded.~ ~Chupin tore his hair.~ ~“
12       XX|              How many are there?” he demanded.~ ~“Ah! how do I know, Monsieur?
13     XXII|          woman.~ ~“Who are you?” she demanded, haughtily, “and what do
14    XXIII|            rapped.~ ~“Who is there?” demanded Martial.~ ~“It is I; open
15     XXIV|            master of this house?” he demanded.~ ~“The Baron d’Escorval,
16     XXIV|                 Who are you?” rudely demanded the officer.~ ~“I am the
17    XXVII|                  What is the proof?” demanded another judge, upon whom
18    XXVII| discretionary powers, have instantly demanded the presence of the Marquis
19    XXVII|          this culprit’s defence?” he demanded.~ ~For a moment the lawyers
20    XXVII|             death.~ ~“Which of you,” demanded M. de Sairmeuse, “will consent
21    XXVII|            the prisoner d’Escorval?” demanded the duke.~ ~“I know that
22   XXVIII|     Mademoiselle Lacheneur here?” he demanded.~ ~Marie-Anne came forward.~ ~“
23   XXVIII|             the troops by my side; I demanded that he should be summoned
24     XXIX|             had concluded:~ ~“Well!” demanded the duke, imperiously.~ ~“
25      XXX|           you would do this—you?” he demanded, at last.~ ~“Certainly—and
26     XXXI|            Chupin.~ ~“Is it you?” he demanded. “Do you dare to assert
27    XXXIV|              Where is my father?” he demanded, in a husky voice; “where
28    XXXIV|               what do you think?” he demanded, looking the Marquis de
29     XXXV|                 How does it happen,” demanded one, in a threatening tone, “
30   XXXVII|         condition of the wounded man demanded.~ ~But where and how could
31    XLIII|                And when Mme. Blanche demanded an account of everything
32    XLVII|            eyes.~ ~“Who are you?” he demanded, in a terrible voice. “What
33    XLVII|     treasures.~ ~“What do you want?” demanded the widow, rudely.~ ~“Father
34      LII|               What do you wish?” she demanded.~ ~With many circumlocutions
35      LII|              give the wretch what he demanded:~ ~“That is to say, I am
36     LIII|           lower than this.~ ~“Well!” demanded the man, harshly. “What