Chapter

 1 I   |     with all its imperfections, turned out such beautiful work
 2 I   |        with the eyes of all men turned~upon him. The strong shoulders,
 3 I   |     hunger nor thirst; life had turned to a golden dream, and all
 4 III |     revive, saw treasures to be turned to account, and possibly
 5 III |      and, happy in~his delight, turned to the half-swooning poet.~ ~"
 6 III | suffered for Chardon. Every one turned the cold shoulder~upon him;
 7 III |        when the poet's head was turned with brilliant dreams, he
 8 III |        time no doubt; and so he turned~back. But though his great
 9 IV  |    Grown stupid with dismay, he turned and fixed his eyes on~a
10 V   |         from Louise, to whom he turned, gave~him courage to persevere
11 V   |     sublime melancholy; then he turned to the page where~the line
12 V   | muttered Senonches.~ ~Zephirine turned to speak to the Marquise
13 V   |      joyous shaft of sunset had turned the water between the~bridge
14 VI  |      the world upside down, has~turned home again without a victory,
15 VII |        to satisfy~Stanislas; he turned sharply round upon Chatelet,
16 VII |     that he could not enter; he turned~round upon me, quite bewildered
17 VII |  scarcely begun before her~mind turned to Paris. Meanwhile Mme.
18 VII |         in the world.~Stanislas turned pale. "After all, what did
19 VIII|         him no security."~ ~She turned and saw David, and there