Chapter

 1        X|       days when he almost went mad.~ ~“What am I?” he exclaimed,
 2        X|         he exclaimed. “Are you mad, Marquis? Think of the income
 3      XIV|  please!”~ ~“All these men are mad,” thought Martial, with
 4      XVI|     his fanaticism; and in his mad excitement he clinched his
 5     XXIV|        felt that she was going mad.~ ~She saw—yes, positively,
 6     XXIV|       of d’Escorval. Ah, I was mad! I was mad!”~ ~Then, with
 7     XXIV| Escorval. Ah, I was mad! I was mad!”~ ~Then, with a despairing
 8   XXVIII|  something like this: ‘You are mad—you are jesting—have we
 9      XXX|   about that! If you have gone mad, I, thank God! still possess
10     XXXI|       terrified Chupin, “he is mad!”~ ~Then the innkeeper changed
11    XXXII|       treason drove him nearly mad.~ ~He actually longed for
12       XL|       must certainly have gone mad, Marquis,” he exclaimed. “
13     XLIV|      as if petrified.~ ~“He is mad!” she murmured.~ ~“Do I
14    XLVII| grief-stricken man.~ ~“You are mad!” he said, severely.~ ~But
15    XLVII|        see, Jean, that you are mad!”~ ~“And this last insult
16       LI|       I felt as if I should go mad myself.”~ ~Blanche shrugged