Chapter

 1 I   |         prelude to the ballad in~a boudoir in Paris, how often! and
 2 II  |         delight in a gilt-panelled boudoir, began~to vibrate along
 3 VI  |            sofa in a dimly lighted boudoir. Mme de~Langeais did not
 4 VI  |     proportions of a she-coxcomb's boudoir. ~Even he himself felt that
 5 VII |            down on the sofa in the boudoir, and leant his head on his~
 6 VII |           strode to and fro in the~boudoir. "Dear Antoinette, I wield
 7 VII |       thousand miles away from the boudoir, discussing theories of~
 8 VII |           it was time to leave~her boudoir; she came out of the atmosphere
 9 VII |           She rose and went to her boudoir without so much as a glance
10 VII |          He opened the door of the boudoir. It was dark within. A faint~
11 VII |         the Duchesse de Langeais's boudoir, my friend."~ ~"No, no.
12 VII |         there.~ ~The heroes of the boudoir, in such circumstances,
13 VIII|         dark, thick locks, in that boudoir where she reigned a queen,~
14 VIII|         with which the door of the boudoir and~the house would be incontinently
15 VIII| familiarity is all very well in my boudoir in an~evening; here it is
16 VIII|            bitter thoughts in that boudoir where he had enjoyed~such
17 VIII|       twisting on the sofa in your boudoir; and besides, in~your own
18 IX  |           the~Comtesse de Serizy's boudoir.~ ~She was alone. Her first
19 IX  |           of his voice filled this boudoir. And now~there is nothing."~ ~
20 IX  |           leapt up and crossed the boudoir, recollecting as~she did
21 IX  |           lying hidden away~in her boudoir. And Armand?--he had been
22 IX  |            Duchess came out of her boudoir. She had~recognised her