Chapter

 1 I     |      Watteville, "He has a noble soul! He~perceived from the first
 2 IV    | Watteville~had reappeared in the soul of his grand-niece, reinforced
 3 IV    |     buried in this young~girlish soul, apparently so weak and
 4 IV    |        jealousy in~that youthful soul, so as to have occasion
 5 XI    |         the~bottom of Rodolphe's soul.~ ~"We want nothing; my
 6 XII   |       delightful intoxication of soul was destined to be disturbed.
 7 XIII  |        special~expression of his soul, was thrown over the beautiful
 8 XIII  |         as purer~blood, with his soul as a more perfect soul;
 9 XIII  |       his soul as a more perfect soul; she would henceforth~underlie
10 XIV   |          that~he had wounded her soul, at once so simple and so
11 XIV   |       not fail to touch a virgin soul. Here~lay the secret of
12 XV    |       Mariette.~ ~Rosalie, whose soul, brain, and heart were completely
13 XVI   |         my dear~Leopold, how the soul is worn by these perplexities!
14 XVII  |         up from the depths of my~soul, especially when, abandoned
15 XVII  |         as it~was, of this lofty soul and potent will, and her
16 XVII  |    feelings.~ ~"25th.~ ~"My dear Soul, all is well. To my other
17 XVIII |       beauty. Thus the heart and soul of a woman remains pure~
18 XVIII |       took the only poetry in my soul,~the only adventure in my
19 XVIII |         lovely, as sweet as your~soul! Oh! flower of heaven, perpetually
20 XVIII |           to~drink in your whole soul in a look, in the tone of
21 XIX   |          his terribly overstrung soul. His disinterestedness was
22 XXI   |     forth the real~powers of his soul; if he did, he would die
23 XXI   |         all the faculties of his soul and~the resources of his
24 XXII  |          heat from the heart and soul of this~ambitious spirit.
25 XXII  |         them up, the fire of~the soul consumes them. Alone, he
26 XXIII |       that you are hers body and soul, that henceforth your~future
27 XXVII |        himself. I know his noble soul well enough to be sure that
28 XXVIII|         I recognized your tender soul, dear and well-beloved Vicar-~