Chapter

 1       IX|    toward her with outstretched arms, as if to seize her and
 2       XI|          Lacheneur, with folded arms, confronted Maurice.~ ~“
 3      XVI|      still standing with folded arms, had witnessed this scene
 4       XX|     when he reached the Place d’Arms, which commanded an extended
 5      XXI|        conduct. He extended his arms, and pressed his beloved
 6    XXIII| Montaignac chasseurs were under arms.~ ~With these forces at
 7    XXIII|       horse. He took her in his arms, trying to drag her away.~ ~“
 8    XXIII|        lifted her in his strong arms as if she had been a child
 9    XXIII|    within reach of those brawny arms that revolved with the power
10     XXIV|       leagues around were under arms, and that the Baron d’Escorval
11     XXIV|      they were lying with their arms crossed upon their breasts,
12      XXV|         and clasping her in his arms, he whispered:~ ~“Marie-Anne,
13      XXV|        citadel, and whose black arms were moving incessantly.~ ~“
14    XXVII|       outside shouted, “Present arms!” The military commission
15    XXVII|       certainly did not take up arms. Even the others did not
16   XXVIII|       back, inert, with hanging arms.~ ~But the weakness did
17   XXVIII|      time he clasped her in his arms and pressed his lips to
18      XXX|    rifle as the guard presented arms.~ ~Trembling, the baron
19      XXX|        shortest rope under your arms, Monsieur, and I will let
20      XXX|        M. d’Escorval lifted his arms, the rope was fastened securely
21      XXX|        sprang forward with open arms to receive him.~ ~Wretched
22     XXXI|         peasant woman flung her arms about her husband’s neck,
23    XXXIX|     paused before him, and with arms folded tightly across her
24     XLII|        before me, extending his arms as if to bar my passage.~ ~“‘
25     XLIV| imploringly, he took her in his arms and pressed her to his heart.~ ~“
26     XLIV|         broke the seal with the arms of the De Sairmeuse family
27     XLVI|  battery, rose and extended her arms to bar her enemy’s passage.~ ~
28     XLVI|       was falling asleep in the arms of death.~ ~Suddenly such
29   XLVIII|         to bring you out in his arms?”~ ~Aunt Medea would have