Chapter

 1     XLII|           a maiden, a wife, and a widow.~ ~For was she not really
 2     XLII|          For was she not really a widow?~ ~Only it was not death
 3     XLII|           remarks upon the maiden widow which pierced her very soul.~ ~
 4    XLVII|           you want?” demanded the widow, rudely.~ ~“Father Chupin.”~ ~“
 5     XLIX|          was in Paris.~ ~Only the widow and the second son remained
 6     LIII|         know,” she thought.~ ~The widow promptly made her appearance;
 7     LIII|       search, Jean found only the Widow Chupin and her son, Polyte.~ ~
 8     LIII|          Lacheneur questioned the widow and her son in vain; they
 9     LIII| protestations of obedience.~ ~The Widow Chupin knew how to write,
10     LIII|        her?” asked the astonished widow.~ ~“Nothing; you will merely
11      LIV|        multiply her visits to the Widow Chupin; and each time he
12      LIV|       real intentions. As for the Widow Chupin and her son, if they
13      LIV|          that wretched den is the widow of Chupin’s son——”~ ~Martial’
14      LIV|        the duchess or through the Widow Chupin; and he ordered Otto
15      LIV|            The evening before the Widow Chupin, in conformance with
16      LIV|         Blanche, on receiving the Widow Chupin’s summons, revolted
17      LIV|      centre of the room stood the Widow Chupin, with a small glass
18      LIV|          like one dead.~ ~But the Widow Chupin, who had come downstairs
19      LIV|          was made.~ ~He shook the Widow Chupin violently by the
20      LIV|        and he could rely upon the Widow Chupin. But he knew that
21       LV|         in throwing a note to the Widow Chupin, who was imprisoned
22       LV|           had been enacted in the Widow Chupin’s cabin.~ ~“I must