Chapter

 1 II |     Paris. Such words from the lips~that once spoke so lightly
 2 VI |       of the inner line of the lips~which, to a close observer,
 3 VI | apparently brought them~to her lips. The Duchess meant to have
 4 VI |       tingling thrill from the lips to the soul. And if a man~
 5 VI |       hand respectfully to~his lips.~ ~"Yes, but there we must
 6 VII|        in~the twitching of the lips, is there not some influence
 7 VII|       against Armand's~burning lips.~ ~"And then," Montriveau
 8 VII|     the tufted curls where his lips~were pressed. And the Duchess,
 9 IX |    damping his cigars with his lips.~ ~"You will let me know
10 IX |    devouring all that Armand's lips had touched.~ ~"Do you smoke?"~ ~"
11 IX |        as if he would kiss her lips; she held up her face.~ ~"
12 IX |     with jaded eyes, and lower lips that had~begun to hang already.
13 X  |     let me put my withered old lips on your beautiful forehead.