Chapter

 1        I|        estates, and that is our worthy ex-mayor—Monsieur Lacheneur,
 2       II|         court-yard—a court-yard worthy of the mansion, bordered
 3       II|        for ages. ‘A., you are a worthy fellow!’—very coldly said—
 4      III|     have been “short.” This the worthy woman was obliged to confess,
 5       IV|   Halloo! hi, there! friend, my worthy fellow!”~ ~So it was with
 6        V|      irony are the only weapons worthy of the strong.”~ ~And he
 7      VII|      first and only opportunity worthy of his talent, which had
 8     XVII|        a revenge which would be worthy of her, Mlle. Blanche armed
 9    XVIII|   delight, Maurice embraced the worthy priest.~ ~“What happiness!”
10    XXIII|      had made his escape?~ ~The worthy priest dared not go away.
11      XXV|        Duc de Sairmeuse.~ ~This worthy man, on hearing what guests
12      XXV|        pair of pistols that the worthy marquis felt a disagreeable
13     XXVI|    dreadful misfortune; and the worthy man was really terrified.
14   XXVIII|     imprison women also!”~ ~The worthy corporal struck himself
15   XXVIII|           You must go with this worthy man, Marie-Anne,” said he.~ ~
16   XXVIII|      the door closed behind the worthy corporal, Chanlouineau took
17      XXX|         sir,” said one of these worthy fellows. “Who knows? Stranger
18     XXXI|         houses.~ ~Certainly the worthy man did not think he was
19     XXXI|     presence brought upon these worthy people. “I will go at once,
20    XXXII|         seemed a chivalrous act worthy of him.~ ~Besides, what
21    XXXIV|        me. That would be an act worthy~ of you.~ ~“Maurice d’Escorval.”~ ~
22     XXXV|      been a mere pastime to the worthy corporal; but to face an
23     XXXV|    feelings of a man who was so worthy of their respect and gratitude.~ ~“
24     XXXV|       be saved, my friend. That worthy priest whom you see there,
25     XXXV|     deception on account of its worthy motive.”~ ~It was now necessary
26    XXXVI|      thoughts it expressed were worthy of the noblest, the proudest
27   XXXVII| appearance would be a vengeance worthy of him.~ ~“I will go and
28     XLII|        of Aunt Medea, who was a worthy person, undoubtedly, but
29     XLII|         made by bullets.”~ ~The worthy valet de chambre was certainly
30     XLIV|      did go, she found, not the worthy farmer, but Abbe Midon,
31    XLVII| Escorval to his new home.~ ~The worthy man’s heart grew sad at
32     XLIX|      Adroitly interrogated, the worthy dame replied that she knew
33      LIV|       drew from Martial an oath worthy of his costume. Then he