Chapter

 1      XII|      place within a month.”~ ~And turning to his son:~ ~“Is it not
 2     XVII|    shoulder.~ ~She trembled, and, turning quickly, found herself face
 3       XX|          s house when, on hastily turning a corner, he saw two men
 4     XXII|           Lacheneur felt his hair turning white with anguish.~ ~Would
 5     XXIV|             said the captain. And turning toward the door:~ ~“Corporal
 6     XXIV|  questions.~ ~“And now,” said he, turning to Maurice, “what have you
 7    XXVII| interrupted the president.~ ~Then turning to Chanlouineau:~ ~“What
 8    XXVII|           wept.~ ~Then the baron, turning to the oldest among them,
 9     XXIX|         recommended silence; then turning to his father, he said:~ ~“
10     XXIX|           me to repair it.”~ ~And turning to Marie-Anne:~ ~“You may
11      XXX|      standing with knitted brows, turning and returning the fine and
12      XXX|         floor at his feet. He was turning around and around very quickly,
13     XXXI|         pushed Lacheneur out, and turning him as one does a blind
14     XXXI|         in denouncing you.”~ ~And turning to the soldiers, he said:~ ~“
15   XXXVII|           to return here?”~ ~Then turning to Maurice:~ ~“Is it not
16      XLI|          as that,” said the cure, turning pale.~ ~“And why?” insisted
17     XLII|    retained her presence of mind. Turning to her father’s valet, she
18     XLII|  conquered her embarrassment, and turning away her head to hide her
19      XLV|     without remorse, without even turning pale, she poured into the
20    XLVII|           remarked young Poignot, turning to them. “We cannot take
21    XLVII|           thought the abbe; then, turning to Jean, he said:~ ~“We
22      LIV|         very quickly, and without turning her head, and kept her face