Chapter

 1        I|      house this morning, when he called me. ‘Here, old man,’ he
 2       II|          in a hollow voice:~ ~“I called for aid; it came. Mademoiselle
 3       VI|         out of his two hands, he called:~ ~“Oh! Chanlouineau!”~ ~
 4     XIII|        ended. She whom~ you have called your friend, will be, hereafter,
 5      XXI|     leave these men, whom he has called from their peaceful firesides,
 6     XXII|          have wept with rage. He called Maurice and Chanlouineau.~ ~“
 7    XXIII|        the prolonged defence; he called Maurice and drew him a little
 8    XXIII|         space those upon whom he called had, after a desperate struggle,
 9    XXIII|        of a few wounded men, who called upon their comrades for
10     XXIV|          darted to the door, and called the servants who were standing
11     XXIV|             Corporal Bavois!” he called.~ ~This man was one of those
12     XXIV|          deceiving him, he again called Bavois.~ ~“I must continue
13    XXVII|        days gone by, he had been called upon to express his opinion
14    XXVII|  Consequently, each prisoner was called to the desk according to
15    XXVII|      Escorval, stand up.”~ ~Thus called upon, the baron rose, calm
16     XXIX| white-haired peasant.~ ~The abbe called her attention to him.~ ~“
17     XXIX|           in a voice of thunder, called his son.~ ~As soon as Martial
18     XXIX|      What is his name?”~ ~“He is called Bavois, and he is a corporal
19      XXX|          fate. He saw no one. He called, first in a whisper, then
20      XXX|           whom the baron already called his saviour, was impetuously
21     XXXI|          In a terrible voice, he called after them:~ ~“Eh! you men!
22    XXXII|      times during the evening he called his guards, under every
23   XXXIII|         did the pestilence. They called me rascal, robber, and the
24    XXXVI|     which they soon reached, was called Saliente. They read the
25    XXXVI|          Mme. Dubois, as she was called at the Traveller’s Rest.~ ~
26      XLI|            He would help me if I called upon him for aid,” she thought.~ ~
27     XLII|          servants.~ ~“I am to be called mademoiselle as in the past,”
28     XLVI|          despairing voice.~ ~She called Mme. d’Escorval, the abbe,
29     LIII|     opening to engulf her.~ ~She called upon the Holy Virgin and
30      LIV|        and admirable endowments. Called~ to the front at the moment
31      LIV|         his retreat, and who was called Lecoq by his companions.~ ~
32       LV|       the witnesses who had been called upon to give their testimony,
33       LV|       door of a wine-shop. Lecoq called him.~ ~“Come, my boy,” said