Chapter

 1        I|         this was the affair of an instant only, and conversation was
 2        V|           should dare rest for an instant upon the pure and beautiful
 3       XI|       cause of the quarrel!~ ~His instant recognition of the situation
 4     XIII|       other!” he thought.~ ~In an instant he was himself again; but
 5       XX|          He rose—but at that very instant the door was flung open
 6     XXIV|        young man hesitated for an instant; then, with well-feigned
 7    XXVII|           them, and not expecting instant trial, had not thought of
 8   XXVIII|           Paris without losing an instant. Maurice, you will accompany
 9   XXVIII|           know——”~ ~Then after an instant’s reflection:~ ~“Fool that
10      XXX|           Escorval had not for an instant deluded himself with false
11      XXX|           without stopping for an instant, until you see me cease
12     XXXI|      sneering at him, and only an instant before they had avoided
13     XXXV|       Bavois did not doubt for an instant. But this catastrophe did
14     XXXV|        let Him open His eyes this instant!”~ ~The God of the just
15    XXXVI|        back now without losing an instant. I wish to return to France.”~ ~
16   XXXVII|          Restore to me, now, this instant, the letter which was obtained
17   XXXVII|     challenge Martial now, on the instant, in the presence of the
18     XLIV|          than I——”~ ~He paused an instant, then he added:~ ~“I have
19     XLIV|      Courageously, and without an instant’s hesitation, she sprang
20    XLVII|     wrathful light gleamed for an instant in the eyes of Maurice;
21       LV| entertained this idea only for an instant, then abruptly dismissed
22       LV|         even a gudgeon.”~ ~For an instant Lecoq was angry. He turned