Chapter

 1       II|        louis which the duke, my brother, gave me each year.’~ ~“
 2       II|     that amount to the duke, my brother, who is with the Count d’
 3       II|         unhappy child! and your brother, what will become of you?”~ ~“
 4    XVIII|        they love, be he father, brother, or lover. She will be slandered,
 5     XXIV|      become of my father and my brother, and share their fate.”~ ~“
 6      XXV|       and mine—I will save your brother!”~ ~The horses were neighing
 7   XXVIII|   walked beside him, while your brother Jean and myself stayed behind
 8   XXVIII|  Sairmeuse.~ ~“To describe your brother’s fury on recognizing the
 9   XXVIII|        awake or dreaming.~ ~“My brother,” she murmured, “has challenged
10   XXVIII|       your brains out!’~ ~“Your brother, as he spoke, manipulated
11   XXVIII|         gave him my sword, your brother drew his, and they took
12   XXVIII|       and I have misjudged your brother. Poor Jean’s appearance
13   XXVIII|      last Jean fell.”~ ~“Ah! my brother is dead!” exclaimed Marie-Anne.~ ~“
14     XXIX|       responded Marie-Anne; “my brother has been badly wounded,
15     XXIX|       who is a prisoner.”~ ~“My brother is in safety. If he survives
16     XXIX|     continued. “Your father and brother are pursued, and France
17    XXXVI|        And if~ Maurice and your brother should both be killed, what
18    XLIII|         before her brigand of a brother joins her.”~ ~Mme. Blanche
19     XLIV|         when she thought of her brother, her blood froze in her
20     XLIV|     life yours must be, my poor brother! Why did you not come sooner?
21     XLIV| Chanlouineau.”~ ~“Jean! you, my brother! said that?”~ ~“I said it.
22     XLIV|  paralyzed her, and seizing her brother’s hands:~ ~“What do you
23     XLIV|        Take care, take care, my brother. It is not well to tamper
24     XLIV|     chair. She discerned in her brother’s mind the same fixed, fatal
25     XLIV|          she must not allow her brother to depart in this mood.~ ~
26     XLIV|         tell you! Jean, my dear brother, can it be that you love
27     XLIV| murmured the wretched girl; “my brother is lost. Nothing will restrain
28     XLVI|          the abbe, Maurice, her brother, Chanlouineau, Martial!~ ~
29     XLVI|      evening when you sent your brother to take away my newly wedded
30    XLVII|    Maurice—he whom I loved as a brother! So, his friendship was
31     XLIX|      the birds have flown. Your brother, who is in Paris, can undoubtedly
32      LII|       declared that his younger brother had come to Paris in pursuit
33      LII|     buried, and I will allow my brother to think that I had stolen
34     LIII|         had quarrelled with his brother, and had killed him by a
35     LIII|         Lacheneur, Marie-Anne’s brother.~ ~An inward voice, more