Chapter

 1        V|    character he owed his domestic happiness, that rare and precious
 2        V|            that rare and precious happiness which fills one’s existence
 3        V|       them in the heydey of their happiness.~ ~Surprised them? No. For
 4       VI|          esteem for you. When the happiness of my life is at stake,
 5       VI|         would owe his approaching happiness.~ ~He sprang toward his
 6     VIII|        gulf open between them and happiness, can realize Maurice d’Escorval’
 7       IX|           right has he to ruin my happiness with his caprices? I love
 8        X|          his lot and his apparent happiness, as they saw him roll by
 9      XIV|         of her future, and of her happiness, filled her mind to the
10      XVI|        you hold in your hands the happiness, the life, the reason of
11      XVI|          remind him of his former happiness. Leave this place; take
12    XVIII|        the worthy priest.~ ~“What happiness!” he exclaimed; “then I
13    XVIII|           necessary to assure the happiness of these poor children.~ ~
14       XX|          them to create a life of happiness by doing good to those around
15     XXIV|          his success depended the happiness of my life. And then—wretch
16   XXVIII|       then, the greatest possible happiness here below.~ ~“Why did I
17   XXVIII|           same roof with you, was happiness. I longed to see you happy
18   XXVIII|       name of this man, for whose happiness he would have given ten
19     XXIX|         stupid prejudices and the happiness of my life.”~ ~He was evidently
20     XXIX|        you. I love you—and in the happiness and tender love which shall
21      XXX|           where he had known such happiness, where he had hoped to die
22      XXX|        Escorval. Transported with happiness, his wife sprang forward
23    XXXII|     enterprise. And to assure the happiness of the woman he adored by
24    XXXIV|      attributes likely to produce happiness, i.e., youth, rank, health,
25    XXXIV|            Martial thought, “what happiness would have been his. But,
26    XXXVI|            of her fortune, of her happiness, and of her future, she
27      XLI|  agitations, seemed to her almost happiness.~ ~Faithful to the abbe’
28      XLV|       vivacious as in her days of happiness; and as she worked, she
29    XLVII|        only thing that marred his happiness. Why did he not give some
30    XLVII| entreating God to grant peace and happiness in heaven to her who had
31     LIII|        destroyed all his hopes of happiness; and realizing the emptiness
32      LIV|           picturing the exquisite happiness which a life with her would
33      LIV|         gaze, and they are right; happiness is almost a crime.~ ~So