Chapter

 1        I|             Wait a little. Do not cry before you are hurt,” he
 2        V|       found utterance in a single cry.~ ~“Ah! here is misfortune!”
 3     VIII|        youth could not restrain a cry of rage.~ ~These men, these
 4      XIV|         mistake!” was the general cry.~ ~Martial reseated himself;
 5     XVII|       shrubs.~ ~This sight drew a cry of rage from Mlle. de Courtornieu
 6      XXI|        expectations; he uttered a cry of joy.~ ~“All our friends
 7     XXII| Marie-Anne failed to hear Blanche cry:~ ~“Beware, Marie! I will
 8     XXII|     darkness!~ ~But it is not the cry of “Forward!” that suddenly
 9     XXII|          of a coward sends up the cry of panic:~ ~“We are betrayed!
10    XXVII|         it on oath.”~ ~A terrible cry, followed by inarticulate
11    XXVII|       about to spring forward and cry:~ ~“It was I who addressed
12      XXX|        Wretched woman! A terrific cry rent the still night air.~ ~
13     XXXI|          for a week.”~ ~A stifled cry from his wife interrupted
14    XXXII|      Later, he heard a despairing cry. But was it surprising that
15    XXXVI|        hostess, when a despairing cry arrested him.~ ~Marie-Anne,
16  XXXVIII|         scarcely crossed before a cry from Jean and from Corporal
17    XXXIX|   sensibility could not repress a cry of fear.~ ~For twenty seconds
18     XLII|           at this same hour.”~ ~A cry from Aunt Medea interrupted
19      XLV|          a violence that made her cry out.~ ~“Wait for me here,”
20      XLV|           and could not repress a cry of surprise and rage.~ ~
21     XLVI|      there was one who heard that cry of distress. Had Blanche
22     XLVI|          uttered a heart-breaking cry:~ ~“My child!”~ ~Collecting,
23    XLVII|          his name, Jean uttered a cry of joy.~ ~“God has sent
24    XLVII|      recoiled with a heart-broken cry.~ ~Was this indeed the beautiful,
25    XLVII|      recoiled with a heart-broken cry.~ ~The recollection which
26   XLVIII|           itself, did not utter a cry. Her extreme fear gave her
27   XLVIII|           her dress and uttered a cry of joy. She had it safe.
28     LIII|      fortune is made.”~ ~A shrill cry of delight from mother and