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 1       IV|    each expecting, perhaps, an insult from the other. Instinctively,
 2        V|   swelled up in his eyes.~ ~To insult Lacheneur was to insult
 3        V|        insult Lacheneur was to insult Marie-Anne—that is to say,
 4       IX|        with no remorse for the insult he addressed to this woman
 5       XI|  stranger” was the most deadly insult that one could cast in the
 6       XI|          The certainty of this insult sent all his blood in a
 7       XI|     intentional humiliation to insult—and I will not permit it.”~ ~
 8     XXII|        over.~ ~What a horrible insult! Still, she was certain
 9    XXIII|     scoundrel who has dared to insult you!”~ ~A faint flush tinged
10    XXVII|        baron paled beneath the insult, but he made no reply.~ ~
11     XXIX|      to Marie-Anne.~ ~But this insult Martial would not tolerate.~ ~“
12    XXXIV|        s face crimsoned at the insult; but he retained his composure.~ ~“
13    XXXIV|         said he, “how dare you insult the noblest and purest of
14  XXXVIII|   nobleman whom he had come to insult.~ ~But Martial’s kindly
15  XXXVIII|  nature, he did not resent the insult.~ ~“So you distrust me!”
16  XXXVIII|   Lacheneur was silent—another insult.~ ~“But,” insisted Martial, “
17    XXXIX| marquise, and blushing at this insult to a woman, he departed
18       XL|    forgive him for the supreme insult of speaking to me of his
19     XLII|    escape of a prisoner and to insult a man like me. Fortune,
20    XLIII|        and intended only as an insult to her.~ ~“And I will have
21    XLVII|     are mad!”~ ~“And this last insult to my dead sister is an