Chapter

 1 II |     her~fellow-workers soon grew jealous.~ ~One evening in
 2 II |  her down brutally. But she grew frightened and screamed,
 3 II |     and~her devotion to him grew stronger. When she met him,
 4 II |   midnight.~ ~When the time grew near, she ran to meet her
 5 II | mingling with the brambles, grew~holly bushes, and here and
 6 II |  the slope of a hill below, grew larger and larger as~they
 7 III|    formed a black spot that grew dimmer and~dimmer, and finally
 8 III| postman failed to come, she grew impatient and began~to pace
 9 III|    her lids; presently they grew pink. Then, with drooping
10 III|    a yellow tinge, the lips grew~blue, the nose grew pinched,
11 III|    lips grew~blue, the nose grew pinched, the eyes were sunken.
12 IV |     his bath.~Madame Aubain grew tired of him and gave him
13 IV |  narrow circle of her ideas grew more restricted than it
14 IV |   the~water.~ ~Her eyesight grew dim. She did not open the
15 IV |    yard.~ ~Felicite's fever grew worse. She was sorry that
16 V  |     The murmur of the crowd grew louder, was very distinct
17 V  |  agony began. A rattle that grew more and more rapid shook~
18 V  |      The beats of her heart grew fainter and~fainter, and