Chapter

 1       II|     neighborhood.”~ ~M. Lacheneur sank back in his arm-chair sobbing.
 2    XVIII|           was standing nearby; he sank into it, intending to watch
 3     XXIV|      hearing these last words, he sank upon his knees, hiding his
 4      XXV|            Perhaps before the sun sank to rest, she would have
 5   XXVIII|         by the terrible blow, she sank back, inert, with hanging
 6     XXIX|        that was impossible!”~ ~He sank back in his arm-chair. A
 7    XXXIV|       this denouement the marquis sank into an arm-chair, and Martial,
 8    XXXVI|     longer sustain her, her limbs sank under her, her head whirled,
 9    XXXIX|              And when the marquis sank half-fainting into an arm-chair
10     XLIV|        beyond measure, Marie-Anne sank into a chair. She discerned
11      XLV| convulsively upon her breast, and sank into the armchair, crying:~ ~“
12     XLVI|        foam to her lips, her head sank back, and she lay motionless.~ ~“
13    XLVII|         is a curse upon me!”~ ~He sank back in his chair, overwhelmed
14       LI|         the clamors of conscience sank into faint whispers.~ ~The
15      LII|     shriek, dropped her book, and sank back, half fainting, in
16      LII|         The heart of Mme. Blanche sank, and yet she had courage