Chapter

 1       XI|          knee; without rising, he lifted his gun, ready to take aim.~ ~
 2       XI|           Sairmeuse! and you have lifted him far above your mock
 3      XVI|         said a voice.~ ~The baron lifted the latch and entered.~ ~
 4    XXIII|       without uttering a word, he lifted her in his strong arms as
 5     XXIV|          him, two servants gently lifted Marie-Anne, and bore her
 6     XXIV|        will you go?”~ ~Marie-Anne lifted her beautiful eyes to the
 7      XXV|         it! Say it!”~ ~Marie-Anne lifted her streaming eyes to his.~ ~“
 8   XXVIII|           entered, his right hand lifted to his cap, as if he were
 9   XXVIII|         not utter a word, but she lifted her face to his.~ ~“Ah!
10      XXX|           ready?”~ ~M. d’Escorval lifted his arms, the rope was fastened
11    XXXIV|       nobleman, coldly.~ ~Martial lifted his hand; everyone believed
12     XXXV|        possible to do, and he now lifted the wounded man a little
13     XXXV| everything.~ ~The wounded man was lifted carefully and placed upon
14    XXXVI|        jingle of the coin the man lifted his cap deferentially. Raising
15      XLI|          at the rendezvous.~ ~She lifted the hearth-stone, and found
16     XLIV|     Marie-Anne passionately, then lifted her, placed her in a chair,
17     XLVI|           sprang across the body, lifted Blanche as if she had been
18        L|          a mighty burden had been lifted from her breast. But a new
19        L|         key turn in the lock. She lifted her head from the pillow
20      LII|      Money, probably.” Aunt Medea lifted her eyes to heaven.~ ~“God
21      LII|           when it was finished he lifted his head, and said, proudly:~ ~“
22      LIV|           one of the shutters, he lifted himself up so he could peer
23      LIV|           the hovel, and he again lifted himself up to the opening