Chapter

 1 I   |     him, and with surprising strength and agility dragged him
 2 I   |     in vain. He had lost his strength: he tottered and fell upon
 3 I   | seemed to regain some little strength.~“Where are you wounded?”
 4 I   |   presumed too much upon his strength. Anger had given him a moment’
 5 III |    marvelous energy. But her strength, as often happens with delicate
 6 III |      feet was recovering her strength, half reclining upon this
 7 VII |    endowed with considerable strength of will, and realizing the
 8 VIII|      his body the fictitious strength of fever, and to his intellect
 9 IX  |   his chambers—solely on the strength of her good looks. But M.
10 IX  |     as it were, each other’s strength, before joining in a serious
11 X   |    of grace, suppleness, and strength!”~“That is sufficient,”
12 XIII|     efforts. He had scarcely strength enough to bathe his burning
13 XV  |   the door, exhausting their strength in vain attempts to open
14 XVII|       He had only sufficient strength to murmur: “Nothing—nothing
15 XXII|    Nor do I feel that I have strength to go to M. Segmuller and