Chapter

 1        I|     not have taken him for a scoundrel. His manner was humble,
 2       VI|   Sairmeuse, Chupin, the old scoundrel, with his two rascally boys,
 3       VI|      in the same strain. The scoundrel reported me. So, in crossing
 4      XII| marry his daughter.~ ~If the scoundrel had felt only suspicions,
 5    XXIII|          With whom? Name the scoundrel who has dared to insult
 6      XXV| other than Chupin.~ ~The old scoundrel had also recognized them,
 7    XXVII|     exclaimed, “rascal! vile scoundrel!”~ ~He caught up a heavy
 8    XXVII| power of speech.~ ~“You lie, scoundrel! you lie!” he gasped.~ ~“
 9    XXVII|   the commission.”~ ~The old scoundrel began to gain more confidence.~ ~“
10     XXIX|         The daughter of that scoundrel Lacheneur!” said he, with
11     XXXI|  hold, into the heart of the scoundrel who has defrauded me!”~ ~
12    XXXII|    appearance.~ ~But the old scoundrel, who was usually so loquacious
13     XXXV|     if I had my hands on the scoundrel who cut the rope,” cried
14       XL|  pursued Martial, “that this scoundrel has attempted to bring dishonor
15     XLII|        Ah, the man is an old scoundrel!” he said, his face crimson
16     XLII|      shudder. “You mean that scoundrel Lacheneur’s daughter, do
17     XLIV|    sons had my resolution. A scoundrel would hesitate before attacking
18    XLVII|      You confess your guilt, scoundrel?”~ ~Once again the abbe