Chapter

 1 I   |       passion into his art.~ ~Some day his works, by their number
 2 II  |          in Spain.~ ~The very next day, while the division was
 3 II  |           of her moral malady. How day by~day she deadened the
 4 II  |           moral malady. How day by~day she deadened the senses,
 5 II  |      absorbed by deep thought till day broke.~ ~He rose only to
 6 II  |           General shudder. ~ ~Next day before siesta, the confessor
 7 III |            loved you before. Every day I pray for you; I see you
 8 III |       serious interests which some day will be more deeply~rooted
 9 III |           have gone to rest. Their~day's calculations never coincide;
10 IV  |      particular benefit. From that day the noblesse was doomed.
11 IV  |           House of Hanover at this day.~ ~In 1814 the noblesse
12 IV  |            persecution than in its day of triumph, if it~but chooses
13 IV  |            the Frenchwomen of that day had the ability to~create
14 IV  |          leading strings. It was a~day of small things, a cold
15 V   | self-contained again till the next day brought its~renewed sensations,
16 V   |            bounded by himself, any~day he might lose his life;
17 VI  |          had been aroused only the day~before, when she heard the
18 VI  |         when, at~the end of a long day's march, he lay down to
19 VI  |           his way before dawn next day,~and his guide assured him
20 VI  |        marching for a third of the day, he felt his strength failing,~
21 VI  |         cries. Wherefore, the next day, after the stormiest~reflections
22 VI  |  Montriveau spent most of the next day in smoking an indeterminate~
23 VI  |          like a prophecy. The next day she tried to turn love to~
24 VII |      Revocation; if~you should one day be accused and convicted
25 VII |      should die of sorrow the next day."~ ~The General turned abruptly
26 VII |          the last~few months? Some day, when ruin comes, you will
27 VIII|            so devoutly, that every day of her life she~should find
28 VIII|             of the soldier.~ ~Next day M. de Montriveau went early
29 VIII|         him terrible for her. Next day the card seemed stained
30 VIII|        will befall you before this day is out."~ ~"I am not a child
31 IX  |            now. She spent the next day in a state of moral~torpor,
32 IX  |           her footman~with it next day. On the servant's return,
33 IX  |     society! So she was loved! All day long she waited for an~answer
34 IX  |          longer. It was a dreadful day,~a day of pain grown sweet,
35 IX  |           It was a dreadful day,~a day of pain grown sweet, of
36 IX  |        intolerable heart-throbs, a day~when the heart squanders
37 IX  |            of life in riot.~ ~Next day she sent for an answer.~ ~"
38 IX  |          an angel for him."~ ~Next day she wrote. It was a billet
39 IX  |            and more dejected~every day. The vague ardour of love,
40 IX  |          nervous power; at a later day~it is so completely forgotten
41 IX  |         the facts are these.~ ~The day after the review, Mme de
42 IX  |            of Peers, and that very day the House was sitting; but~
43 IX  |           was the sensation of the~day, the matter of all the talk
44 IX  |       dining at the club the other day with that moneyed~Chaussee-d'
45 IX  |      Grandlieu.~ ~"Ten dozen every day."~ ~"And did they not disagree
46 IX  |            of the great men of the day; he is~high up in the Guards,
47 IX  |          would be a~nobody at this day. It is time I went out of
48 IX  |          charming; but, Lord! some day they will~reproach you for
49 X   |           dark shadows.~ ~The next day, amid despairing tears,
50 X   |            on her~track during the day. She must have a carriage;
51 X   |          her crew, and sailed that day.~ ~Montriveau, down in the