Chapter

 1 I |         countenance whenever her husband looked at her.~ ~The little
 2 IV|          ingratitude to desire a husband who will protect~me hereafter?"~ ~"
 3 IV|          there~worthy to be your husband?"~ ~"HE," said Ginevra; "
 4 IV|       Piombo, observing that her husband's eyebrows were~resuming
 5 IV|          loves~me; he will be my husband."~ ~"Never," said Piombo. "
 6 V |      affair had inflicted on her husband, and told her, in~politely
 7 V | Sometimes, in the absence of her husband, the thought of the perfect~
 8 V |       her marriage by giving her husband a~portrait he had long desired,--
 9 VI|       alarming. The souls of~the husband and wife floated on the
10 VI|         revealed to her that her husband was working in his study~
11 VI|           Her head fell upon her husband's arm.~ ~"No, you cannot
12 VI|      that now began to cross her~husband's pallid face. Though long
13 VI| successively. For an~instant her husband's countenance became so