Chapter

 1       II|          it was concealed in the miserable hovel in which I dwelt.
 2      III|      less sense than a baby! Any miserable peasant who meets him can
 3       VI|           It is the work of that miserable wretch and thief, Chupin.
 4      XVI|           but it was rather less miserable than the abodes of most
 5      XVI|          the basest and the most miserable of men if I did not guard
 6       XX|     least the son of the Emperor—miserable wretches! they have deceived
 7     XXII|         on his knees before that miserable Marie-Anne—his mistress.”~ ~
 8    XXIII|         the convocation of these miserable peasants who, in their parricidal
 9     XXIX|              Can it be that this miserable peasant has deceived me?”
10     XXIX| reparation. I have been a fool—a miserable fool—for I love you; I love,
11     XXIX|    immensely rich? I should be a miserable fool, a coward, if I hesitated
12     XXXI|      will not stir from here. My miserable life is not worth such a
13     XXXI|        take your revenge.”~ ~The miserable wretch seemed crushed. Now
14    XXXII|      This Chanlouineau is only a miserable coward after all,” he fancied
15    XXXII|         officers.~ ~“As for that miserable Bavois,” he exclaimed, “
16     XXXV|       shall succeed in saving my miserable life, for which no one cares,
17    XXXVI|        the comfortless room of a miserable country inn, attended by
18    XXXVI|  Montaignac, was~ ~executed. The miserable mischief-maker exhibited
19  XXXVIII|          challenge of Maurice, a miserable outlaw, he did not believe
20  XXXVIII|         s face, saying:~ ~“Here, miserable wretch!”~ ~“Wretch!” repeated
21       XL|          having made me the most miserable of creatures. I also forgive
22    XLIII|       exclaimed. “It is for this miserable wretch that he abandons
23     XLIV|         shall be done. Ah! these miserable nobles would not display
24      XLV|         he had betrayed her—this miserable wretch, who made it his
25      XLV|         too meagre and too poor! Miserable dupe that I am! Below, all
26    XLVII|         swear that it was he—the miserable traitor!—who committed this
27      LII|             The man was really a miserable wretch, one of Fouche’s
28     LIII|          the sons of Chupin, the miserable traitor, up to her father,
29      LIV|          bloody struggle in this miserable den; the sudden arrival
30      LIV|          had at his disposal two miserable wretches who were capable
31      LIV|        found a note written in a miserable hand, that said: “Two thousand
32       LV|          believed him one of the miserable wretches that haunt the
33       LV|          for him. Yesterday, the miserable woman who~ murdered my sister