This sight aroused a strange tenderness and agitation in the young baron's breast.

Between ourselves, I believe that the young baron is desperately in love with her.

The young baron advanced to meet us with head uncovered.

There was no perceptible change in the young baron's face.

Isabelle meanwhile could not close her eyes, because of her anxiety about the young baron.

The young baron, noting that he had fallen a pace behind, hurried along to draw abreast.

The young baron saw that sudden color.

But why did not the young baron apply to some of his father's old friends in his distress?

She saw again those wondrous eyes resting with interest and admiration upon the splendid form of the young baron.

The young baron rode up.

The young baron had always thought of the king as a sort of supernatural being, exalted above all other men.

Just so Louise, whose father can scarcely find words to express his detestation of the young baron's infernal, belletristic poison.

By the time he reached home the young baron had decided on his course which was certainly that of an honest man.

The poor young baron, only surviving representative of an ancient and noble house, had much indeed to make him melancholy and despondent.

The young baron had retained in prison the proud and haughty demeanor which had formerly brought upon him so much censure at court.

Those were terrible days for the poor, grief-stricken young baron, and he felt that he could not long endure such misery and live.