Chapter

 1        X|       Martial, two hours later, started on his mission.~ ~The first
 2     XIII|       his son.”~ ~Mlle. Blanche started as if a viper had stung
 3     XVII|       we must make haste.”~ ~He started back, thinking he had not
 4     XVII|      departing guests; then she started suddenly as a hand was laid
 5    XVIII|         crossed the Oiselle and started for the abode of M. Lacheneur.
 6      XIX|         d’Escorval and the cure started for the Reche. They were
 7       XX|          The duke instinctively started in pursuit, overtook one
 8       XX|  astonished soldiers, and again started for M. de Courtornieu’s
 9      XXI|        fierce oath.~ ~Lacheneur started as if he had been struck
10      XXI|      with sorrow.~ ~Suddenly he started from his revery.~ ~“A single
11     XXII|         the Croix d’Arcy.”~ ~He started, but he was only a short
12    XXIII|        cavalry and infantry, he started in pursuit of the fugitives.~ ~
13    XXIII|        implacable severity, and started on a brisk trot for Montaignac.~ ~
14     XXIX|         d’Escorval.”~ ~The duke started as if he had received an
15      XXX|         wept.~ ~But suddenly he started up, ashamed of his weakness.
16     XXXI|     before him, “they have just started for Saint-Jean-de-Coche,
17     XXXI|     placed in it, and the party started for Montaignac.~ ~The great
18     XXXV| procession, headed by the abbe, started on its way. They were obliged
19       XL| impatience, the duke would have started at once. But how could he
20     XLVI|       in her ears, a cold sweat started from every pore.~ ~This
21    XLVII|   caution by the young peasant, started slowly on its way.~ ~Mme.
22       LI|        was up in the morning he started out without waiting for
23     LIII|        this dreaded enemy.~ ~He started in quest of him, and had
24     LIII|       the old woman and her son started back in affright.~ ~He saw
25      LIV|       me,” he thought.~ ~And he started across the open space in