Chapter

 1 I  |         folded arms and a bowed head, which he~sometimes raised
 2 I  |        Corsican was swaying his head from right to~left in deep
 3 I  |         He has made himself the head of a singular nation," said
 4 II |      there, above this shelf, a head of Niobe, hanging to a nail,~
 5 II |   Strange symbol of~an artist's head!~ ~At the moment when this
 6 II |   melancholy, pale, bending her head like a drooping flower;
 7 II |        glancing~covertly at the head of Antinous.~ ~Among them,
 8 II |       laugh, and tossing up her head, too~lively and arch not
 9 II |      apart from the rest. "That head is strong,--the~flesh tints
10 II |  excellent."~ ~Laure raised her head and looked tenderly at Ginevra;
11 II |      her canvas, and turned her head toward the~group of aristocrats.
12 II |    Ginevra quivered, turned her head, saw her enemy, blushed,
13 II |    memory, the image of a man's head, as beauteous as that of
14 II |    Amelie had seen the handsome head of~the mysterious man, but,
15 II |      cried; "here, indeed, is a head extremely well done.~You'
16 II |    began to sketch in sepia the head of the hidden man. A work
17 II |        supernatural talent. The head of~the young officer was
18 II |        drawing of~the officer's head.~ ~"It is a masterpiece!
19 III|         have."~ ~She raised her head proudly, and her eyes shone
20 III|     dazzling~brilliancy.~ ~"The head which falls to-morrow before
21 III|         The stranger raised his head and smiled to her. There
22 III| diligently, without raising her head,~for he was there, near
23 III|     staying late, my dear. That head seems to me finished; you~
24 III|   snapped his fingers above his head. Luigi, who had~heard part
25 III|         a~proud movement of her head. "Monsieur Luigi," she added,
26 III|     mobility. The aspect of the head was stern,~but it conveyed
27 III|        which he dashed upon his head as he took his~cane and
28 IV |         respect. She nodded her~head with a graceful movement
29 IV |      Piombo.~ ~Ginevra bent her head softly.~ ~"You love him
30 IV |       said Ginevra, shaking her head.~ ~"Well, then, forget him;
31 IV |         rushed violently to his head, and his face turned purple.~
32 IV |      smiled sadly and bowed her head. Presently she raised it,
33 IV |     crossed his arms, bowed his head on his breast,~and said
34 IV |       slight inclination of the head,~looked at Ginevra with
35 VI |        never blamed him."~ ~Her head fell upon her husband's
36 VI |    Ginevra's mother dropped her head to hide her~tears. Suddenly