Chapter

 1       XX|      man was Chupin, the former poacher, whom M. de Sairmeuse had
 2       XX|          What is it?”~ ~The old poacher put his finger on his lip,
 3       XX|       in his anger that the old poacher sprang to the door and turned
 4     XLII|         advanced toward the old poacher, who stood as motionless
 5     XLII|         the interest of the old poacher, and he paused.~ ~“I know
 6     XLII|            With a bound the old poacher disappeared in the forest.~ ~
 7     XLII|     head.~ ~“I suspect that old poacher, who is always prowling
 8     XLII|      made her escape.~ ~The old poacher was awaiting her at the
 9    XLIII|      What impudence!”~ ~The old poacher seemed to be of the same
10    XLIII|           And remarking the old poacher’s discontented face, she
11    XLIII|        by Aunt Medea.~ ~The old poacher came punctually, although
12    XLIII|          What irritated the old poacher most of all was, that after
13      XLV|        other person.”~ ~The old poacher went away, whistling quite
14     XLVI|     from the cottage by the old poacher.~ ~“We must not stop to
15     XLVI|         four times into the old poacher’s writhing body, cried:~ ~“
16     XLVI|     into the house, but the old poacher begged him to desist.~ ~“
17    XLVII| slightest hesitation.~ ~The old poacher’s eldest son opened the
18   XLVIII|   entirely when she saw the old poacher stricken down by her side.~ ~
19     XLIX|       the track!”~ ~But the old poacher was dead, and his eldest
20        L|        and the death of the old poacher seemed really providential.~ ~
21      LII|       the one to whom the dying poacher had confided his secret.~ ~