Chapter

 1 VI  |     her scarf to pieces, as a child plays with a~flower, pulling
 2 VII |       Duchess. So much of the child was there in the strong
 3 VII |      flower of life. He was a child again as he poured out~all
 4 VIII|       God!" cried he, "I am a child."~ ~"A wayward, much spoilt
 5 VIII|        A wayward, much spoilt child," she said, stroking the
 6 VIII|      her; to treat him like a child; to play with him as~Poppaea
 7 VIII|       Why, Othello was a mere child compared~with you!"~ ~"Ah!"
 8 VIII|   time to wait. I am a~spoilt child, as you told me yourself.
 9 VIII|    day is out."~ ~"I am not a child to be easily frightened,
10 VIII| frightened, or rather, I am a~child ignorant of danger," said
11 IX  |   grown younger still. I am a child,~yes, your child, your new
12 IX  |       I am a child,~yes, your child, your new creature. Ah!
13 IX  |      be said to be~the spoilt child of civilisation, would be
14 IX  |    under the Valois now, dear child. You have~compromised your
15 IX  | really wish to ruin yourself, child, and to grieve your~family?"~ ~"
16 IX  |      hard lot. In short,~dear child, we are here to open your
17 X   |      you speak of feeling, my child," he said, "let me~remind
18 X   |       between you and my dear child. ~Do me the pleasure to
19 X   |    with, "Come, be good, dear child. It is not too~late yet
20 X   |       she was lying in of her~child. There was more passion
21 X   |        This preamble, my dear child," she continued after a
22 X   |    are a little fool, my dear~child! Your carriage flattered
23 X   |       s eyes flashed.~ ~"Dear child," she said, "I should have