Chapter

 1        I|      of five thousand francs a year.”~ ~“Yes, that is true,”
 2        I|        fifty thousand livres a year. He wears the finest broadcloth
 3       II|     however; and the following year Mlle. Armande, who had remained
 4       II|        Toward the close of the year 1812, he lost his wife,
 5       II|     wife, the disasters of the year 1813 swept away a large
 6       II|       my brother, gave me each year.’~ ~“She motioned me to
 7       II|   which I dwelt. The following year I purchased Sairmeuse.”~ ~
 8       IV|      of one thousand louis per year. These revenues, well invested,
 9        V|  twenty-five thousand francs a year.~ ~This modest dwelling,
10        V|       landed proprietors. Last year an old cousin, whom I could
11       VI| redoubled diligence.~ ~So each year, as it passed, strengthened
12      XVI|        It had been more than a year since she died; but the
13     XLVI|        so much during the past year; I have endured such humiliation;
14   XLVIII|      she could, in less than a year, restore Marie-Anne’s child
15     XLIX|     wounds, and in less than a year it was difficult to discern
16       LI|   handsome dress? Yes, twice a year, perhaps, you have given
17     LIII|       each other, the previous year, mourned by all.~ ~So that
18     LIII|       a while, at least once a year.~ ~Animated by the hope
19      LIV|       the third quarter of the year 18—.”~ ~Martial’s brain