Chapter

 1 I    |           cried Gevrol.~The man’s lips moved, but in spite of a
 2 I    |          his watch close to their lips, but the glass remained
 3 I    |        not. Twice did he open his lips, but only a choking cry
 4 I    |     bloody foam gathered upon his lips, his eyes rolled back in
 5 I    |           slight smile curved the lips of the subordinate. “I think
 6 II   |    beardless, very pale, with red lips, and an abundance of wavy
 7 II   |   triumphant smile parted Lecoq’s lips. “That is what I said to
 8 III  |   exclamation at once escaped his lips.~“What is it?” eagerly inquired
 9 V    |         drawing his pipe from his lips, “I am too stupid, that
10 VI   |        sarcastic curl of his thin lips, and the gloomy expression
11 VI   |          others extorted from his lips the exclamations: “Not bad—
12 VI   |           young man advanced, his lips tightly compressed so as
13 VII  | perceptible smile played upon his lips. One might have sworn that
14 VII  |           threaten to curve one’s lips, it is instantly repressed.~
15 VIII |        fallen from the prisoner’s lips.~And yet Lecoq resolutely
16 VIII |           still dripping from his lips. However, such men never
17 VIII |      brought a faint smile to his lips. Was it not, on Father Absinthe’
18 IX   |           from the Widow Chupin’s lips: “I had been upstairs about
19 X    |           to that, so I closed my lips as tightly as I could. Then
20 X    |        passed his tongue over his lips as if to moisten them, and
21 XI   |           of a smile on the man’s lips.~“I remarked nothing,” said
22 XII  |           untrue.”~The prisoner’s lips trembled visibly, and it
23 XII  |         an adversary through. His lips moved; one might have supposed
24 XIV  |          with a cigar between his lips.~Just at that moment he
25 XIV  |          his brows and biting his lips, as if he were trying to
26 XVI  |     constant movement of his thin lips as he drew them tightly
27 XVIII|       might escape the prisoner’s lips during his restless slumber.
28 XVIII|        not a syllable escaped his lips. He remained in bed until
29 XIX  |          smile gathered round his lips, and after a slight shrug
30 XXII |           which was always on his lips. He was constantly saying: “
31 XXIII|           eyes, and coarse, thick lips, M. Tabaret seemed an excellent
32 XXIV |         Then a smile comes to his lips—a smile of hope; for he
33 XXIV |           Papa Tirauclair’s thick lips.~“Ah, my son! is it possible
34 XXV  |           curved old Tirauclair’s lips. “It teaches us that M.
35 XXV  |            he rose very pale, his lips trembling a little. “You