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 1 1 |        first is the bedroom of the head of the family, the second
 2 1 |        ending in a~grotesque human head. This gallery has a balustrade
 3 2 |        boats, had weighed~upon his head, and he looked a hundred;
 4 2 |            no more than a lifeless head. The firm~outline of the
 5 2 |            did, from apoplexy. The~head was crowned with abundant
 6 2 |         the heart more~than in the head; it led to acts rather than
 7 2 |         him the "Quotidienne." His head rested against the back
 8 2 |        twisted to the crown of her head and held~there with a tortoise-shell
 9 3 |           skull-cap to protect his head from fog, and a~spencer
10 3 |         the du Guenics were at the~head of the faubourg Saint-Germain
11 4 | knitting-needle and scratching her~head.~ ~"Mistigris!" cried Mademoiselle
12 5 |         think you were out of your~head."~ ~"She writes plays, and
13 6 |            the /juge de paix/, the head of the Saint-~Nazaire custom-house
14 6 |          years had passed over her head and respected it. At forty
15 6 |         faultless~modelling of the head. The black and abundant
16 6 |          in a line that~unites the head to the shoulders without
17 6 |         firm, cold carriage of the head is corrected by the mobility~
18 7 |           her morning gown. On her head was one of those red~chenille
19 7 |     stopped, her arms pendant, her head lying back on the cushions,~
20 8 |            will never have any but head~passions. She will always
21 8 |        fling~back the curls of her head into the jewelled knot behind
22 8 |           jewelled knot behind her head,~Beatrix would hold her
23 8 |         impassibility of that fine head, the fixity of that~glance,
24 8 |          by the very weight of his~head, to fall into a debauch,
25 8 |        have a~solid roof over your head, my good nephew; you have
26 9 |        replied with a shake of the head, annoyed at being~called
27 9 |         with an~inclination of her head; he did not look at her;
28 9 |     freckled here and there, whose head was so precisely the well-known~
29 9 |           precisely the well-known~head of Lord Byron (though rather
30 9 |    forehead seemed diaphanous. The head, so sweet and~fragrant,
31 9 |        milk, and hollowed near the head, until its~lines were lost
32 9 |       slight motions, turns of the head, and slow gestures, effects
33 9 |         seeing Calyste, turned her head as if to know what effect~
34 9 |        open, where he sat with his head in his hands, plunged in~
35 10|           on a sofa and rested~his head with weary sadness on a
36 10|        Calyste, who had raised his head~abruptly at these words.
37 10|           Maupin, taking Calyste's head in her~hands, and kissing
38 10|           as she saw him lower his head to ride~through the gateway.~ ~"
39 11|            her the beautiful young head of her late lover.~ ~"What
40 11|           down maledictions on the head of Mademoiselle des~Touches;
41 12|             it came into Calyste's~head to consult him.~ ~"What
42 13|          eyes take in a rival from head to foot; they can guess
43 13|       marquise. "/We/ haven't that~head voice, nor the interesting
44 13|          fling myself at Calyste's head; but I am still too~young
45 13|         cold enough~to enable your head to judge of every action
46 13|         for a few moments with her head leaning against the shoulder~
47 14|   unlooked-for pleasure turned his head; he saw nought else but
48 14|             Instead of being flung head foremost~down the precipice,
49 14|    answered only by motions of the head, and~rare monosyllables
50 14|       colored, and turned away his head.~ ~"Did I not say truly,
51 14|           such speeches with bowed head, allowing him to kiss~her
52 15|          conveyed, which bowed the head of the luckless Beatrix.
53 15|         was not suspended over her head; she is neither sincere,
54 15|     illness, and there~he laid his head on the pillow where hers
55 16|           with a~Breton cap on his head."~ ~"Calyste doesn't say
56 16|           He took the young girl's head and kissed her hair; then
57 17|           fancy to your duties, as head of your race, as~husband,
58 17|         only. It is, in truth, the head that sins. The saintly~bishop
59 17|           is what I sought; for my head~was the guilty part of me.
60 18|        aunt~Zephirine, shaking her head.~ ~"He would not be my husband,"
61 18|          She had taken it into her head, like other deserted women,
62 18|         means; and there I cram my head with~literaturebut only
63 19|     tightly to her breast~with her head on his neck, faint with
64 19|      letter paper! Another woman's head had lain there, whose hair
65 19|            place. The hairs of her head were~like so many red-hot
66 19|           it; her~milk went to the head; erysipelas set in, and
67 21|            I ought to turn away my head~with pretended horror, to
68 22|          jestingly, and produced a head which caused general astonishment.
69 25|            to recover her place as head of his household and the~
70 25|         falsehood Arthur bowed his head; he passed beneath~the Caudine
71 25|           not been the dupe of her~head, and whether her education
72 26|      reached."~ ~Maxime nodded his head, and played for a few moments
73 26|          without heart and without head, floundering in evil. Madame