niryuu/sni-each-converted huggingface dataset:
chapter one missus rachel lynde is surprised missus rachel lynde lived just where the avonlea main road
Output: dipped down into a little hollow fringed with alders and ladies eardrops and traversed by a brook
that had its source away back in the woods of the old cuthbert place it was reputed to be an intricate headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods with dark secrets of pool and cascade but by the time it reached lynde's hollow it was a quiet
Output: well conducted little stream
for not even a brook could run past missus rachel lynde's door without due regard for decency and decorum it probably was conscious that missus rachel was sitting at her window keeping a sharp eye on
Output: everything that passed from brooks and children up
and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof there are
Output: plenty of people in avonlea and out of it who can attend closely to their neighbor's business by dint of neglecting their own
but missus rachel lynde was one of those capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and
Output: those of other folks into the bargain she was a notable housewife her work was always done and well done she ran the sewing circle
helped run the sunday school and was the strongest prop of the church aid society and foreign missions auxiliary yet with all this missus rachel found abundant
Output: time to sit for hours at her kitchen window knitting cotton warp quilts she had knitted sixteen of them
as avonlea housekeepers were wont to tell in awed voices and keeping a sharp eye on the main road that crossed the hollow
Output: and wound up the steep red hill beyond
anybody who went out of it or into it had to pass over that hill road and so run the unseen gauntlet of missus rachel's all seeing eye she was sitting there one afternoon in early june the sun
Output: was coming in at the window warm and bright
the orchard on the slope below the
Output: house was in a bridal flush of pinky white bloom hummed over by a myriad of bees thomas lynde a meek little man whom avonlea people called rachel lynde's husband was sowing his late turnip seed on the hill field beyond the barn
missus rachel knew that he ought because she had heard him tell peter morrison the evening before in william j
Output: blair's store over at carmody that he meant to sow his turnip seed the next afternoon
peter had asked him of course for matthew cuthbert had never
Output: been known to volunteer information about anything in his whole life and yet here was matthew cuthbert at half past three on the afternoon of a busy day placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill
and his best suit of clothes which was plain proof that he was going out of avonlea and he had the buggy and the sorrel mare which betokened that he was going a considerable distance now where was
Output: matthew cuthbert going and why was he going there
had it been any other man in avonlea missus rachel deftly putting this
Output: and that together might have given a pretty good guess as to both questions but matthew so rarely went from home that it must be something pressing and unusual which was taking him
he was the shyest man alive and hated to have to go among strangers or to any place where he might have to talk matthew dressed up with a white collar and driving in a buggy was something that didn't happen
Output: often missus rachel ponder as she might could make nothing of it
and her afternoon's enjoyment was spoiled i'll just step over to green gables after tea
Output: and find out from marilla where he's gone and why the worthy woman finally concluded he doesn't generally go to town this time of year and he never visits
if he'd run out of
Output: turnip seed he wouldn't dress up and take the buggy to go for more
yet something must have happened since last night to start him off i'm clean puzzled that's what and i won't know a minute's peace of mind or conscience until i know what has taken matthew cuthbert out of avonlea today accordingly after tea missus rachel set out she
Output: had not far to go
the big
Output: rambling orchard embowered house where the cuthberts lived was a scant quarter of a mile up the road from lynde's hollow to be sure the long lane made it a good deal further matthew cuthbert's father as shy and silent as his son after him
had got as far away as he possibly could from his fellow men without
Output: actually retreating into the woods when he founded his homestead green gables was built at the furthest edge of his cleared land and there it was to this day
barely visible from the main road along which all the other avonlea houses were so sociably situated missus rachel lynde did not call living in such a place living at all it's just staying that's what she
Output: said as she stepped along the deep rutted grassy lane
bordered with wild rose bushes it's no wonder matthew and marilla are both a little odd living away back here
Output: by themselves trees aren't much company though dear knows if they were there'd be enough of them i'd ruther look at people to be sure
they seem contented enough but then i suppose they're used to it a body can get used to anything even to being hanged as the irishman said with this missus rachel stepped out of the lane into the backyard of green gables very green and neat and
Output: precise was that yard
set about
Output: on one side with great patriarchal willows and the other with prim lombardies not a stray stick nor stone was to be seen for missus rachel would have seen it if there had been privately she was of the opinion that marilla cuthbert swept that yard over as often as she swept her house
one could have eaten a meal off the ground without overbrimming the proverbial peck of dirt
Output: missus rachel rapped smartly at the kitchen door and stepped in when bidden to do so the kitchen at green gables was a cheerful apartment
or would have been cheerful if it had not been so painfully clean as to give it something of the appearance of an unused parlor its windows looked east and west through the west one looking out on the back yard came a flood of mellow june
Output: sunlight but the east one
whence you got a glimpse of the bloom white cherry trees in the left orchard and nodding slender birches down in the
Output: hollow by the brook was greened over by a tangle of vines here sat marilla cuthbert when she sat at all always slightly distrustful of sunshine
and here she sat now knitting and the table behind her was laid for supper missus rachel before
Output: she had fairly closed the door
there were three plates laid so that marilla must be expecting some one home with matthew to tea but the dishes were everyday dishes and
Output: there was only crab apple preserves and one kind of cake so that the expected company could not be any particular company
yet what
Output: of matthew's white collar and the sorrel mare missus rachel was getting fairly dizzy with this unusual mystery about quiet unmysterious green gables good evening rachel marilla said briskly this is a real fine evening isn't it won't you sit down
how are all your folks something that for lack of any other name might
Output: be called friendship existed and always had existed between marilla cuthbert and missus rachel in spite of or perhaps because of their dissimilarity marilla was a tall
thin woman with angles and without curves
Output: her dark hair showed some gray streaks and was always twisted up in a hard little knot behind with two wire hairpins stuck aggressively through it she looked like a woman of narrow experience and rigid conscience which she was
but there was a saving something about her mouth which if it had been ever so slightly developed might have been considered indicative of a sense of humor we're all pretty well said missus rachel i was kind of afraid you weren't though when i saw matthew starting off today i thought maybe he was
Output: going to the doctor's
marilla's lips twitched understandingly she had expected missus rachel
Output: up she had known that the sight of matthew jaunting off so unaccountably would be too much for her neighbor's curiosity oh no i'm quite well although i had a bad headache yesterday she said
matthew went
Output: to bright river we're getting a little boy from an orphan asylum in nova scotia and he's coming on the train tonight if marilla had said that matthew had gone to bright river to meet a kangaroo from australia missus rachel could not have been more astonished
she was actually stricken dumb for five seconds it was unsupposable that marilla was making fun
Output: of her but missus rachel was almost forced to suppose it are you in earnest marilla she demanded when voice returned to her yes of course
said marilla as if getting boys from orphan asylums
Output: in nova scotia were part of the usual spring work on any well regulated avonlea farm instead of being an unheard of innovation missus rachel felt that she had received a severe mental jolt she thought in exclamation points
marilla and matthew cuthbert of all people adopting a
Output: boy from an orphan asylum well the world was certainly turning upside down she would be surprised at nothing after this nothing
what on earth put such a notion into your head she demanded disapprovingly
Output: this had been done without her advice being asked and must perforce be disapproved well we've been thinking about it for some time all winter in fact returned marilla
missus alexander spencer was up here one day before christmas and she said she was going to get a little girl from the asylum over in hopeton
Output: in the spring
so matthew
Output: and i have talked it over off and on ever since we thought we'd get a boy matthew is getting up in years you know he's sixty and he isn't so spry as he once was his heart troubles him a good deal and you know how desperate hard it's got to be to get hired help
there's never anybody to be had but those stupid half grown little french boys and as soon as you do get one broke into your ways and taught something he's up and off to the
Output: lobster canneries or the states at first matthew suggested getting a home boy but i said no flat to that
they may be all right i'm not saying they're not but no london street arabs for me i said give me a native born at least there'll
Output: be a risk no matter who we get but i'll feel easier in my mind and sleep sounder at nights if we get a born canadian
so in the end we decided to ask missus spencer to pick us out one
Output: when she went over to get her little girl we heard last week she was going so we sent her word by richard spencer's folks at carmody to bring us a smart likely boy of about ten or eleven we decided that would be the best age
old enough to be of some use in doing chores right off and young enough to be trained up proper we mean to give him a good home and schooling we had a telegram from missus alexander spencer today the mail man brought it from the station saying they were coming on
Output: the five thirty train tonight
so matthew went to bright
Output: river to meet him missus spencer will drop him off there of course she goes on to white sands station herself missus rachel prided herself on always speaking her mind she proceeded to speak it now having adjusted her mental attitude to this amazing piece of news
well marilla i'll just tell you plain that i think you're doing a mighty foolish thing a
Output: risky thing that's what you don't know what you're getting you're bringing a strange child into your house and home and you don't know a single thing about him nor what his disposition is like nor what sort of parents he had
nor how he's likely to turn out why it was only last week i read in the paper how a man and his wife up west of the island took a boy out of an orphan
Output: asylum and he set fire to the house at night set it on purpose marilla and nearly burnt them to a crisp in their beds
and i know another case where an adopted boy used to suck the eggs they couldn't break him of it if
Output: you had asked my advice in the matter which you didn't do marilla i'd have said for mercy's sake not to think of such a thing that's what
this job's comforting seemed neither to offend nor to alarm marilla she knitted steadily on i don't
Output: deny there's something in what you say rachel i've had some qualms myself but matthew was terrible set on it i could see that so i gave in
it's so seldom matthew sets his mind on anything that when he does i always feel it's my duty to give in and as for the risk there's
Output: risks in pretty near everything a body does in this world there's risks in people's having children of their own if it comes to that they don't always turn out well
and then nova scotia is right close to the island it isn't as if we were getting
Output: him from england or the states he can't be much different from ourselves well i hope it will turn out all right said missus rachel in a tone that plainly indicated her painful doubts
only don't say i didn't warn you if he burns green gables down or puts strychnine in the well i heard of a case over in new brunswick where an orphan asylum child did that and the whole family died in fearful agonies only it was a girl in
Output: that instance well we're not getting a girl said marilla
as if poisoning wells were a purely feminine accomplishment and not to be dreaded in the case of a boy i'd never dream
Output: of taking a girl to bring up i wonder at missus alexander spencer for doing it but there she wouldn't shrink from adopting a whole orphan asylum if she took it into her head
missus rachel would have liked to stay until matthew came home with his imported orphan but reflecting that it would be a good two hours at least before his arrival she
Output: concluded to go up the road to robert bell's and tell the news it would certainly make a sensation second to none
and missus rachel dearly loved to make a sensation so she took herself away somewhat to marilla's relief for the latter felt her doubts and fears reviving under the influence of missus rachel's pessimism well of all things that ever were or will be ejaculated missus rachel when she was safely
Output: out in the lane
it does really seem as if i must be dreaming well i'm sorry for that poor young one
Output: and no mistake matthew and marilla don't know anything about children and they'll expect him to be wiser and steadier that his own grandfather
it seems uncanny to think of a child at green gables somehow there's never been one there for matthew and marilla were grown up when the new house was built if they ever were
Output: children which is hard to believe when one looks at them i wouldn't be in that orphan's shoes for anything
my but i pity him that's what so said missus rachel
Output: to the wild rose bushes out of the fulness of her heart
chapter two matthew cuthbert is surprised matthew cuthbert and the sorrel mare jogged comfortably over the eight miles to bright river it was a pretty road running along between snug farmsteads with now and again a bit of
Output: balsamy fir wood to drive through
or a hollow where wild plums hung out their filmy bloom the air was sweet with the breath of many apple orchards and the meadows
Output: sloped away in the distance to horizon mists of pearl and purple while the little birds sang as if it were the one day of summer in all the year
matthew enjoyed the drive after his own fashion except
Output: during the moments when he met women and had to nod to them for in prince edward island you are supposed to nod to all and sundry you meet on the road whether you know them or not matthew dreaded all women except marilla and missus rachel
he had an uncomfortable feeling that the mysterious creatures were secretly laughing at him he may have been quite right in thinking so for he was an odd looking personage with
Output: an ungainly figure and long iron gray hair that touched his stooping shoulders
and a full soft brown beard which he had worn ever since he was twenty in fact he had looked at twenty very much as he
Output: looked at sixty lacking a little of the grayness when he reached bright river there was no sign of any train
he thought he was too early so he tied his horse in the yard of the small bright river hotel and went over to the station house the long platform was almost
Output: deserted the only living creature in sight being a girl who was sitting on a pile of shingles at the extreme end
matthew barely noting that it was a girl sidled past her as quickly as possible without looking at her had he looked he
Output: could hardly have failed to notice the tense rigidity and expectation of her attitude and expression she was sitting there waiting for something or somebody
and since sitting and waiting was the only thing to do just then she sat and waited with all her might and main matthew
Output: encountered the stationmaster locking up the ticket office preparatory to going home for supper and asked him if the five thirty train would soon be along
the five thirty train has been in and gone half an hour ago answered that brisk official but there was a passenger
Output: dropped off for you a little girl she's sitting out there on the shingles i asked her to go into the ladies waiting room but she informed me gravely that she preferred to stay outside
she's a case i should say i'm not expecting a girl said matthew blankly it's a boy i've come for he should be here missus alexander spencer was to bring him over from nova scotia for me the
Output: stationmaster whistled
guess there's some mistake he said missus spencer came off the train with that girl and gave her into my charge said you and your sister were adopting her from an orphan asylum and that you would be along for her presently that's
Output: all i know about it and i haven't got any more orphans concealed hereabouts
i don't understand said matthew helplessly wishing that marilla was at
Output: hand to cope with the situation well you'd better question the girl said the station master carelessly i dare say she'll be able to explain she's got a tongue of her own that's certain
maybe they were out of boys of the brand you wanted he walked jauntily away being hungry and the unfortunate matthew was left to do that which was harder for him than bearding a lion in its den walk up to a girl a strange girl an
Output: orphan girl
and demand of her why
Output: she wasn't a boy matthew groaned in spirit as he turned about and shuffled gently down the platform towards her she had been watching him ever since he had passed her and she had her eyes on him now matthew was not looking at her
a child of about eleven garbed in a very short very tight very ugly dress of yellowish gray wincey she wore a faded brown sailor hat and beneath the hat extending down her back were
Output: two braids of very thick decidedly red hair
her face was small white and thin also much freckled her mouth was large and so were her
Output: eyes which looked green in some lights and moods and gray in others so far the ordinary observer an extraordinary observer
might have seen that the chin was very pointed and pronounced that the big eyes were
Output: full of spirit and vivacity that the mouth was sweet lipped and expressive that the forehead was broad and full in short our discerning extraordinary observer might have concluded
was so ludicrously afraid matthew however was spared the ordeal of speaking first for as soon as she concluded that he was coming to her she stood up grasping with one thin brown
Output: hand the handle of a shabby old fashioned carpet bag the other she held out to him
i suppose you are mister matthew cuthbert of green gables she said in a peculiarly
Output: clear sweet voice i'm very glad to see you i was beginning to be afraid you weren't coming for me
i had made
Output: up my mind that if you didn't come for me to night
i wouldn't be a bit afraid and it would be lovely to
Output: sleep in a wild cherry tree all white with bloom in the moonshine don't you think you could imagine you were dwelling in marble halls couldn't you
matthew had taken the scrawny little hand awkwardly in his then and there he decided what to do he could not tell this child with the glowing eyes that
Output: there had been a mistake he would take her home and let marilla do that she couldn't be left at bright river anyhow
no matter what mistake had been made so all questions and explanations might as well be deferred until he was safely back at green gables i'm sorry i was late he said shyly come
Output: along the horse is over in the yard give me your bag oh i can carry it the child responded cheerfully
it isn't heavy i've got all my worldly goods in it but it isn't heavy and if it isn't carried in just a certain way the handle pulls out so i'd better keep it because i know the exact knack of it it's an extremely old carpet bag oh i'm very glad you've come even if it would have been
Output: nice to sleep in a wild cherry tree
we've got to drive a long piece haven't we missus spencer said it was eight miles i'm glad because i love driving oh it seems so wonderful that i'm going to live with you and belong to you i've never belonged to
Output: anybody not really but the asylum was the worst i've only been in it four months but that was enough
it's worse than anything you could imagine missus spencer said it was wicked of
Output: me to talk like that
they were good you know the asylum people but there is so little scope for
Output: the imagination in an asylum only just in the other orphans it was pretty interesting to imagine things about them
who had been stolen away from her parents in her infancy by a cruel nurse who died before she could confess i used to lie awake at nights and imagine things like that because i didn't have time in the day i guess that's why i'm so thin i am dreadful thin ain't i there isn't a
Output: pick on my bones
i do love to imagine i'm nice and plump with dimples in my elbows with this matthew's companion stopped talking partly because she was out of breath and partly because they had reached the buggy not another word did
Output: she say until they had left the village and were driving down a steep little hill
the road part of which had been cut so deeply into the soft soil that the banks fringed with blooming wild cherry trees and slim white birches were several feet above their heads the
Output: child put out her hand and broke off a branch of wild plum that brushed against the side of the buggy
isn't that beautiful what did that tree leaning out from the bank all white and lacy make you think of she asked well now i dunno said matthew why a bride
Output: of course a bride all in white with a lovely misty veil
i've never seen one but i can imagine what she would look like i don't ever expect to be a bride myself i'm so homely nobody will ever want to marry me unless it might be a foreign missionary i suppose a foreign missionary mightn't
Output: be very particular
but i do hope that some day i shall have a white dress that is my highest ideal of earthly bliss i just
Output: love pretty clothes and i've never had a pretty dress in my life that i can remember but of course it's all the more to look forward to isn't it and then
i can imagine that i'm dressed gorgeously this morning when i left the asylum i felt so ashamed because i had to wear this horrid old wincey dress all the orphans had to wear them you know a merchant in hopeton last winter donated three hundred yards of wincey to the asylum some people said it
Output: was because he couldn't sell it
but i'd rather believe that it was out of the kindness of his heart wouldn't you when we got on the train i felt as if everybody must be looking at me and pitying me but i just went to
Output: work and imagined that i had on the most beautiful pale blue silk dress because when you are imagining you might as well imagine something worth while
and a big hat all flowers and nodding plumes and a gold watch and kid gloves and boots i felt cheered up right away and i enjoyed my trip to the island with all my might i wasn't a bit sick
Output: coming over in the boat neither was missus spencer although she generally is
she said she hadn't time to get sick watching to see that i didn't fall overboard she said she never saw the beat of me for prowling about but if
Output: it kept her from being seasick it's a mercy i did prowl isn't it and i wanted to see everything that was to be seen on that boat because i didn't know whether i'd ever have another opportunity
oh there
Output: are a lot more cherry trees all in bloom this island is the bloomiest place i just love it already and i'm so glad i'm going to live here i've always heard that prince edward island was the prettiest place in the world
and i used to imagine i was living here but i never really expected i would it's delightful when your imaginations come true isn't
Output: it but those red roads are so funny when we got into the train at charlottetown and the red roads began to flash past i asked missus spencer what made them red
and she said she didn't know and for pity's sake not to ask her any more questions she said i must have asked
Output: her a thousand already i suppose i had too but how you going to find out about things if you don't ask questions and what does make the roads red well now i dunno said matthew
there'd
Output: be no scope for imagination then would there but am i talking too much people are always telling me i do would you rather i didn't talk if you say so i'll stop i can stop when i make up my mind to it although it's difficult matthew
was enjoying himself like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it but he had never expected to enjoy the
Output: society of a little girl women were bad enough in all conscience but little girls were worse
he detested the way they had of sidling past him timidly with sidewise
Output: glances as if they expected him to gobble them up at a mouthful if they ventured to say a word that was the avonlea type of well bred little girl but this freckled witch was very different
and
Output: although he found it rather difficult for his slower intelligence to keep up with her brisk mental processes
chapter ninety nine the law we have seen
Output: how quietly
the fact being that every one was too much occupied in his or her own affairs to think of theirs we will leave
Output: the banker contemplating the enormous magnitude of his debt before the phantom of bankruptcy and follow the baroness
who after being
Output: momentarily crushed under the weight of the blow which had struck her had gone to seek her usual adviser lucien debray the baroness had looked forward to this marriage as a means of ridding her of a guardianship which over a girl of eugenie's character
for in the tacit relations which maintain the bond of family union the mother to maintain her ascendancy over her daughter must never fail to be a model of wisdom and a type of
Output: perfection now
an expression which seemed to imply that she understood all her mother's amorous and pecuniary
Output: relationships with the intimate secretary moreover
not only because he was a
Output: source of dissension and scandal under the paternal roof but because she had at once classed him in that catalogue of bipeds whom plato endeavors to withdraw from the appellation of men
unfortunately in this world of ours each person views things through a certain medium and so is prevented from seeing in the
Output: same light as others and madame danglars therefore very much regretted that the marriage of eugenie had not taken place
not only because the match was good and likely to insure the happiness of her child but because it would also
Output: set her at liberty she ran therefore to debray who after having like the rest of paris witnessed the contract scene and the scandal attending it
had retired in haste to his club where he was chatting with some friends upon the events which served as a subject of conversation for three fourths of that city known as the capital of the
Output: world at the precise time when madame danglars dressed in black and concealed in a long veil
was ascending the
Output: stairs leading to debray's apartments
debray was occupied in repelling the insinuations of
Output: a friend who tried to persuade him
still when he recollected the independent proud spirit
Output: of eugenie he positively rejected it as utterly impossible though the same thought again continually recurred and found a resting place in his heart tea play
and the conversation which had become interesting
Output: during the discussion of such serious affairs
awaited the return of debray in the little green room seated between two baskets of flowers which she had that
Output: morning sent and which it must be confessed
with so much care that his absence was half excused in the eyes of the poor woman at twenty minutes of twelve madame danglars tired of waiting returned home women of a certain grade are like prosperous grisettes in
Output: one respect they seldom return home after twelve o'clock
the baroness returned to the hotel with as much caution as eugenie used in leaving it she ran lightly up stairs and with an aching
Output: heart entered her apartment contiguous as we know to that of eugenie she was fearful of exciting any remark
and believed firmly in her daughter's innocence and fidelity to the paternal roof she listened at eugenie's door and hearing no sound tried to enter but the bolts were in place madame danglars then concluded that the
Output: young girl had been overcome with the terrible excitement of the evening
and had gone to bed and to sleep she called the
Output: maid and questioned her mademoiselle eugenie said the maid
after which they desired me to leave
Output: saying that they needed me no longer
madame danglars therefore went to bed without a shadow of suspicion and began to muse over the recent events in proportion as her memory became clearer the occurrences of the evening were revealed in their true light what she had taken for confusion was
Output: a tumult
who had been afflicted with as severe a blow through her husband
Output: and son eugenie she said to herself is lost and so are we the affair as it will be reported will cover us with shame
for
Output: in a society such as ours satire inflicts a painful and incurable wound
and her glance
Output: was turned towards heaven
and out
Output: of a fault nay even a vice sometimes produces a blessing and then her thoughts cleaving through space like a bird in the air rested on cavalcanti this andrea was a wretch a robber an assassin
and yet his
Output: manners showed the effects of a sort of education if not a complete one
supported by an honorable name how could she extricate herself from this labyrinth to whom would she apply to
Output: help her out of this painful situation debray to whom she had run with the first instinct of a woman towards the man she loves and who yet betrays her
debray could but give her advice she must apply to some one more
Output: powerful than he
but no on reflection the procureur was not a merciless man and it was not the magistrate
Output: slave to his duties but the friend the loyal friend who roughly but firmly cut into the very core of the corruption
it was not the executioner but the surgeon who wished to withdraw the honor of danglars from ignominious association with the disgraced young man they had presented to the world as their son in law and
Output: since villefort the friend of danglars had acted in this way
no one could suppose that he had
Output: been previously acquainted with or had lent himself to any of andrea's intrigues
appeared to the baroness as if shaped for their mutual advantage but the inflexibility of the procureur should stop there she would see him the next day and if she could not make him fail in his duties as a magistrate she
Output: would at least
obtain all the indulgence he
Output: could allow she would invoke the past recall old recollections she would supplicate him by the remembrance of guilty yet happy days
he had only to turn his eyes on one side and allow andrea to fly and follow up the crime under that shadow of guilt called contempt of court and after this reasoning
Output: she slept easily
at nine o'clock next morning she arose and without ringing for her maid or giving the least sign of her activity she dressed herself in the same simple style
Output: as on the previous night then running down stairs she left the hotel walked to the rue de provence
for the last month this wretched house had presented the gloomy appearance of a lazaretto infected with the plague some of the apartments were closed
Output: within and without the shutters were only opened to admit a minute's air showing the scared face of a footman
and the
Output: neighbors would say to each other in a low voice
madame danglars
Output: involuntarily shuddered at the desolate aspect of the mansion
three times did the bell ring with
Output: a dull heavy sound seeming to participate in the general sadness before the concierge appeared and peeped through the door which he opened just wide enough to allow his words to be heard
he saw
Output: a lady a fashionable elegantly dressed lady
first madame who are you who am i you know me well enough we no
Output: longer know any one madame
where do you come from oh this is too much madame these are my orders excuse me your name the baroness danglars
Output: you have seen me twenty times
possibly madame and
Output: now what do you want
madame this is
Output: precaution not impertinence
or without speaking to the procureur well i have business with the procureur is it pressing business you can imagine so since i have not even brought my carriage out yet but enough of
Output: this here is my card
take it to your master madame will await my return yes go the concierge closed the door leaving madame danglars in the
Output: street she had not long to wait
directly afterwards the door was opened wide
Output: enough to admit her and when she had passed through it was again shut without losing sight of her for an instant the concierge took a whistle from his pocket as soon as they entered the court and blew it
you will excuse this poor
Output: fellow madame
in the court showing his merchandise was a tradesman who had been admitted
Output: with the same precautions the baroness ascended the steps she felt herself strongly infected with the sadness which seemed to magnify her own