Chapter
1 I | traces in her beautiful face, just as the slow decline
2 I | a glimpse of Eve's fair face,~and loved, as grave and
3 I | fleshy, high-colored, swarthy face, supported~by a thick neck,
4 I | flash of genius from such a face; you~could not miss the
5 I | Bacchus.~ ~For in Lucien's face there was the distinction
6 I | alarmed lover, as Eve's fair face~rose before his mind.~ ~"
7 II | and the expression of~her face. There was a cavalier air
8 II | veil of sadness over her face, a~shadow that only vanished
9 III | ardent expression of an oval~face; it was as if the royal
10 III | bolder, pen in hand,~than face to face. In a dozen sheets,
11 III | pen in hand,~than face to face. In a dozen sheets, copied
12 III | said Postel,~lifting his face.~ ~The old bachelor looked
13 III | at the sight of Eve his face took a~ceremonious and amiable
14 III | stream; a look in either face, vanishing~as swiftly as
15 IV | ascendency over others,~his face was so radiant with the
16 IV | will worship that angel face of yours; won't they,~Eve?"~ ~
17 IV | not met the lady's~husband face to face.~ ~M. de Bargeton'
18 IV | the lady's~husband face to face.~ ~M. de Bargeton's intellect
19 IV | gave a hard look to his~face. The skin which had once
20 IV | by, when he should turn a face lighted up with~poetry upon
21 V | trembling for Lucien.~Her face was troubled, there was
22 VI | saw her~brother's excited face.~ ~The poet told the history
23 VI | sight of the old "bear's" face under an almond-tree~that
24 VI | you could have seen your face whilst you were reading,"
25 VI | which~entirely change the face of things in a small town.~ ~
26 VI | in the agitation in his face and manner, and proposed
27 VII | that he must stand up and face his~man on the morrow, and
28 VII | pale. At the sight~of his face, some of the women here
29 VII | in the wrong, his white face and his demeanor convicted~
30 VIII| Mme. Chardon with a scared face.~ ~"Well, Lucien," she said, "
31 VIII| Lucien~saw the dignified face of M. de Negrepelisse, the
32 VIII| for I can tell from your face, Lucien, that you have~quite
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