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 1 1 | bourgeois, who come to Guerande feel, as they do at Venice, a
 2 5 |        which all loving mothers feel at sight of~a human masterpiece
 3 5 |         before their sons; they feel instinctively the effect
 4 6 |         Does she judge, and not feel? Or, phenomenon~more terrible,
 5 6 |     more terrible, does she not feel and judge at one and the
 6 8 |     Gennaro does not want me to~feel that I have lost my luxury,
 7 10|      for the profound disgust I feel for women, I would stay
 8 10|    extraordinary women, and you feel too much for one to use
 9 10|      the same friendship that I feel~for you."~ ~"Since when
10 12|   pitiless to vice.~ ~You see I feel neither disdain nor anger;
11 12|         ears are buzzing, and I feel the pain in my ribs! You~
12 12|        have never been loved. I feel it as I re-read your letter,
13 14|        rather, madame, that you feel no love for me. I, who love
14 14|         which made poor Calyste feel the folly of his~speech.~ ~
15 14|     Calyste had really made her feel his love. "I have done wrong~
16 14|      make her lean upon him, to feel her tremble; she had need
17 14|         passion such as man can feel but once,a~passion which
18 14|  pleased her well. She liked to feel her~soul caressed by those
19 14|    every wrong, I will make you~feel my comprehension day by
20 17|         indeed, my Calyste. But~feel no remorse; the only happiness
21 17| devotion of Calyste's family, I feel a keen~desire to fly to
22 17|       brother in me, as~I shall feel I have a sister and a friend
23 17|       dignity, for one thing. I feel~bound to tell you of the
24 17|        love Calyste, the more I~feel that I should die of grief
25 18| completes its experience; I now feel the~deepest hatred and the
26 18|      loved with the love that I feel in my heart.~Calyste is
27 19|      Yes, my milk has turned, I feel~it. They won't come at once
28 19|   anguish~in my soul I scarcely feel the horrible sufferings
29 21|         oh, my dear~Clotilde! I feel that I have got my death-blow.
30 21|          in which I was made to~feel on that first day the bitterness
31 25|      sacrifice everything. They~feel this antithetical need with