Chapter

 1     XVII|     relative assented, and her niece resumed:~ ~“But at last
 2     XLII|     overcome with fatigue; “my niece is certainly crazy!”~ ~But
 3     XLII|     she murmured, pressing her niece’s arm; “why do you call
 4      XLV|      to the bell-rope, but her niece stopped her.~ ~“You will
 5      XLV|  almost wept, but her terrible niece was pitiless.~ ~“Come!”
 6      XLV|    afraid, Blanche!”~ ~But her niece had gone. She was exploring
 7     XLVI|     instinctively followed her niece on seeing her borne from
 8     XLVI|        with fear, dragging her niece away. “Come— he is dead!”~ ~
 9   XLVIII|      the arm of her bewildered niece, and, by dint of dragging
10   XLVIII|        Aunt Medea attacked her niece.~ ~“Now will you explain
11   XLVIII|      seen the glance which her niece bestowed upon her.~ ~Blanche
12   XLVIII|    before she interrogated her niece. Besides, the insults she
13   XLVIII|      of Aunt Medea.~ ~That her niece, with her dreadful crime
14        L|       the chateau; she saw her niece arrested, incarcerated in
15        L|      her conversation with her niece. They had all the latest
16       LI|    ventured to differ from her niece in opinion, and had even
17       LI|      this departure, which her niece had just announced so gayly,
18       LI|      in a hospital. Thanks, my niece, thanks. That is like you.
19       LI| shrugged her shoulders, as her niece had done a few moments before.~ ~“
20       LI|       what intense joy my dear niece would send me to join Marie-Anne.”~ ~
21       LI|         and “my dearly beloved niece,” from morning until night;
22      LII|    work.”~ ~Aunt Medea and her niece were too horror-stricken
23     LIII|     all the attempts which her niece made to dissuade her.~ ~
24     LIII|  profiting by the crime of her niece she had been as culpable