Chapter

 1       VI|      Fortunately, six or seven men fell upon me, and compelled me
 2       IX|         The rays of the August sun fell with scorching violence
 3     XIII|           has returned.~ ~The news fell upon us like a thunder-bolt.
 4    XVIII|            each of these responses fell upon Maurice like a thunder-bolt
 5       XX|        hidden under his long coat, fell to the ground.~ ~“Ah, brigand!”
 6    XXIII|          the ground, crying, as he fell:~ ~“Help! friends, help!”~ ~
 7    XXIII|           air with his hoofs, then fell backward, burying his rider
 8      XXV|            Escorval and Marie-Anne fell upon their knees, imploring
 9   XXVIII|            furiously. At last Jean fell.”~ ~“Ah! my brother is dead!”
10     XXIX|           longer.”~ ~This response fell upon the duke’s wrath like
11      XXX|            in the door of his cell fell on the floor in the middle
12     XXXI|          that each word it uttered fell distinctly on Lacheneur’
13     XXXI| threateningly around, and his eyes fell on Chupin.~ ~“Is it you?”
14    XXXIV|    trembled in his hands; his eyes fell, and he was obliged to lean
15     XXXV|       bleeding hands, but safe. He fell like a mass of rock; and
16     XXXV|         closed again, and his head fell back a dead weight. One
17  XXXVIII|        until early morning that he fell into a feverish slumber.~ ~
18      XLI|        About ten o’clock the baron fell asleep, and the abbe and
19     XLII|            I am a dying man!”~ ~He fell back upon his pillows, pulled
20    XLIII|         joins her.”~ ~Mme. Blanche fell into a revery so deep and
21     XLIV|         depart in this mood.~ ~She fell upon her knees, and with
22      XLV|           discovery, when her eyes fell upon a large oaken box standing
23     XLVI|        exhausted her strength. She fell back in the armchair.~ ~
24     XLVI|           down from the chair, and fell full length upon the floor.~ ~
25    XLVII|          around the room. His eyes fell upon his medicine-chest,
26     XLIX|          not long before the curse fell upon them.~ ~One fine morning
27      LIV|           about the room, his eyes fell upon a large casket, inlaid
28      LIV|       fired twice and the wretches fell. But he was not yet safe,
29      LIV|            push that his adversary fell, striking his head against
30       LV|         who staggered a few steps, fell heavily to the floor, and
31       LV|          of an eye Martial’s beard fell under the razor; he plunged