Part, Chapter

 1  I, 2  |      he liked old Rouault, who pressed his hand and called him
 2  I, 8  |   garden the faces of peasants pressed against the window looking
 3 II, 6  |      her back turned, her face pressed against a window-pane; Leon
 4 II, 7  |        sprang towards him, she pressed against him, she stirred
 5 II, 8  |       know, the druggist.” She pressed his elbow.~“What’s the meaning
 6 II, 9  | laughing, drew her to him, and pressed her to his breast.~Then
 7 II, 15 |      of his trousers, which he pressed against his stomach.~Her
 8 II, 15 |       he evoked enthusiasm. He pressed Lucy in his arms, he left
 9 III, 1 |      hand to him.~Leon swiftly pressed his lips to it. Then, when
10 III, 1 |        he stooped over her and pressed long kisses on her neck.~“
11 III, 6 |        the afternoon, her face pressed against the window-panes.~
12 III, 6 |    acknowledged it.~“But I was pressed myself; the knife was at
13 III, 6 |     she implored him; she even pressed her pretty white and slender
14 III, 7 |       forgive me! Goodbye!”~He pressed her hand, but it felt quite
15 III, 8 |       body of the Man-God, she pressed upon it with all her expiring
16 III, 8 |        had taken her hands and pressed them, shuddering at every
17 III, 9 |        some visitors. He rose, pressed their hands, unable to speak.
18 III, 11|        it, turned the key, and pressed the spring. All Leon’s letters