Chapter

 1 I  |    drown our quarrels, I left home~because I had business at
 2 II |    whom were indoctrinated at~home with their political ideas,
 3 III|      was a long way from your home to the studio, and it is~
 4 III|    clock, and Ginevra not yet home!" cried Bartolomeo.~ ~"She
 5 IV | Ginevra had the joy of coming home on the arm of her Luigi.~
 6 IV |       By the time she reached home, Ginevra had attained to
 7 V  |    young wife in~setting up a home of her own. In this welcome
 8 V  |      felt the impulse to rush home, to breathe the blessed
 9 V  |    apartment for their~future home. Each witness brought a
10 VI |       ornament of~the squalid home. Without fire through a
11 VI |    bread that was~left in his home.~ ~He wandered wildly about
12 VI |       absence, would take her home.~ ~He went to one of those
13 VI |     might, breathless, to his home, crying~out at times:--~ ~"
14 VI |     Your father will take you home. Prosperity is here. Stay