Chapter

 1 II |        mysteriously grand, like thought, in it; genius~and death
 2 II |         that I should be here," thought she, "to prevent some luckless~
 3 II | confidence as to this~mystery," thought Ginevra, who, after replying
 4 II | representations of nature or of thought their~true coloring constitutes
 5 III|         the painter and Ginevra thought themselves alone, Servin
 6 III|       were plunged in boundless~thought. Then she blushed at having
 7 III|     Thirion made known that she thought it~improper to attend the
 8 III|  strokes on the picture. "But~I thought it was a long way from your
 9 III|    generally~feared that he was thought unsocial, and it is not
10 III|    people, animated their every thought. Here~were not three existences,
11 III|    affecting their community of thought, for~Ginevra shared their
12 III|     love~which filled her every thought, and her admirable good
13 III|       and~leaving each train of thought at will, until, at last,
14 IV |         is my life, my good, my thought. Even~if I obeyed you he
15 IV | battlefield, he trembled at the thought of~entering Piombo's salon.
16 IV |      that~one of those whom you thought you had killed survived?
17 IV |      without success. No gentle thought came, as formerly, to~brighten
18 V  |        in itself, great only in thought.~ ~After a few questions,
19 V  |         Each cherished a ruling~thought which would have made them
20 V  |     absence of her husband, the thought of the perfect~happiness
21 V  |    suddenly before her, and the thought came~that never again should
22 V  |     them except in memory. This thought~pursued her like a presentiment.~ ~
23 VI |        to herself,~weeping.~ ~A thought dried her tears. She would
24 VI |       it,--Luigi, as soon as he thought his wife was sleeping, Ginevra~
25 VI |         what great power in the~thought: all sleep, I wake."~ ~"