Chapter

 1 I   |       the~stillness of falling night, listen to the organ music,
 2 II  | deadened the senses, how every night cut off one more~thought,
 3 III |  prison for me; that this very night you~would let yourself down
 4 VI  |     she had dreamed~during the night. She had been with him among
 5 VI  |      you going to a ball every night?"~ ~"Do I know?" she answered,
 6 VI  |    there to be a ball tomorrow night?"~ ~"You would grow accustomed
 7 VI  |      we will go again tomorrow night."~ ~There was not a happier
 8 VIII|        self-surrender.~ ~Every night before she slept she saw
 9 VIII|       Montriveau's face; every~night it wore a different aspect.
10 VIII|        morning were revived at night. Our lives are simply such
11 IX  |        would come by post; but night came, and~she could not
12 IX  |       At half-past eleven~that night M. de Montriveau had not
13 IX  |        the talk from noon till night. Almost~everywhere the women
14 IX  |   Armand?--he had been out all night, and at~that moment was
15 X   |       to go to~Montriveau's at night in a cab, and disguised,
16 X   |      would not be at~home that night. Had he two houses? The
17 X   |      of~it forever in a single night. A betrayal of the secret
18 X   |       the air. During the last night he sat~with his eyes fixed
19 X   |        all men respect.~ ~That night eleven of his devoted comrades