Chapter

 1 I   |           de la Prefecture in the fine old mansion of the Rupts,
 2 I   |        Watteville's fortune was a fine one; while her~husband's,
 3 II  |         get~his hair curled and a fine linen shirt into the bargain?~ ~
 4 III |     studious connoisseur. She had fine hands though red, and a~
 5 IV  |       turn to his narrative, "one fine morning the mail-~coach
 6 V   |           carefully studying that fine head," said the Abbe, looking~
 7 VI  |          his words had told.~ ~"A fine forehead!" said she to herself,
 8 VI  |          table; "I do not see one fine one.--Monsieur de~Soulas'
 9 VI  |          Monsieur de Grancey's is fine, but he is~seventy, and
10 VI  |       winning a glance from those fine~eyes. All this she set her
11 VII |           this baptism of fire--a fine expression of~Napoleon's
12 VIII|          set out from Lucerne one fine morning in the~month of
13 VIII|       them born grown up."~ ~This fine frenzy, carefully directed,
14 XI  |          me, I will give you this fine new~gold piece."~ ~"Monsieur,"
15 XI  |          superior character and a fine~fortune. All these observations
16 XIII|           a picture~by Raphael, a fine horse, a beautiful day,
17 XIII|          monsieur, our lake is so fine! Lord Byron lived here about
18 XIII|          you one day exchange~the fine name of Gandolphini for
19 XIV |           a young man gifted with fine qualities, but to~whom,
20 XVI |         my predicament since~that fine undertaking by which I was
21 XIX |        thought that it would be a fine thing to triumph over a~
22 XIX |       planting trees and making a fine~road over the shoulder of
23 XIX |       from her bedroom~window the fine expanse of water, from which
24 XX  | drawing-room; I may not hear your fine voice! You make~conditions
25 XXI |     broken-hearted at seeing that fine piece~of the great de Watteville'
26 XXIV|   remarked. The Abbe de~Grancey's fine and clever head was to be