Chapter

 1 Int |            social position. But his hands were delicate and supple,
 2 I   |        gesture, she would raise her hands to her temples as if to
 3 I   |           singing, to reach out her hands to catch the rain that she
 4 I   |       leaned over and placed in her hands a little leather pocketbook.~
 5 I   |         dried up the money in their hands as the sun dries the water
 6 I   |         door with lanterns in their hands. They had arrived. Jeanne,
 7 III |      to-morrow.”~Jeanne clasped her hands imploringly:~“Oh, papa,
 8 III |            their homes, and shaking hands with the baron, followed
 9 III |             lost its dignity in the hands of the acolyte, who walked
10 III |         paths. Suddenly seizing her hands, the vicomte said:~“Tell
11 IV  | insignificant caresses, pressure of hands, long passionate glances
12 IV  |          her parents, raising their hands in horror, instead of seeking
13 IV  |           not making any sound. Her hands seemed to be made of a kind
14 IV  |          All at once the old lady’s hands shook so violently that
15 IV  |          and hiding her face in her hands, she began to sob convulsively.~
16 IV  |        knees, and taking her aunt’s hands away from her face, said
17 IV  |              They held each other’s hands and presently, gently, very
18 IV  |             Julien, placing his two hands on his wife’s shoulders,
19 IV  |            reply, but took both her hands and held them in his. They
20 V   |             francs. She clapped her hands. “I shall commit all kinds
21 V   |             Jeanne as he rubbed his hands: “I do not like to be cheated.”~
22 V   |            but redoubtable in their hands.~The pungent odor of the
23 V   |             with rounded hips, long hands and slender waists, and
24 V   |             their clothes and their hands, and their kisses mingled
25 VI  |             mind, some work for her hands. She did not care to go
26 VI  |            his soles, he rubbed his hands cheerfully as he said: “
27 VI  |           fire, and holding out his hands to the glowing flame, he
28 VI  |           The Martins held up their hands in surprise, and Mrs. Martin
29 VI  |        worse in his appearance. His hands were never cared for, and
30 VI  |            his face altogether, his hands hidden in his long sleeves,
31 VII |          cease sewing and, with her hands idle, and forgetting her
32 VII |            a tear would fall on her hands as she plied the needle.~
33 VII |            sit down and, taking her hands and looking steadfastly
34 VII |       sought wildly to withdraw her hands so as to hide her face.
35 VII |          jerk that she snatched her hands away from her mistress and
36 VII |            with the wood—rubbed his hands, murmuring: “It will be
37 VII |         teeth began to chatter, her hands shook, there was a tightness
38 VII |           felt all over it with her hands and found that it was empty.
39 VII |             the wind. Her arms, her hands, her feet, impelled by an
40 VII |        fight them off, throwing her hands out to try and catch them,
41 VII |             The baroness seized her hands: “My daughter, my darling
42 VII |           covered her face with her hands and remained standing there,
43 VII |           almost screams behind her hands.~The baron, whose anger
44 VII |             arms, and snatching her hands from her face, he threw
45 VII |           face again covered by her hands.~Then the priest said: “
46 VII |               Rosalie, removing her hands from her face, and overwhelmed
47 VII |             raised herself with her hands and looked, breathing quickly,
48 VII |          best thing to do.” The two hands, joined for a moment, separated
49 VIII|            know what to do with his hands, placed them on his knees,
50 VIII|           meet them?”~He rubbed his hands together good humoredly. “
51 VIII|          with grief. The baron, his hands trembling, ran hither and
52 VIII|           cap, which he held in his hands, and at the roof of the
53 IX  |         comtesse took both Jeanne’s hands, as if she had known her
54 IX  |         over to Jeanne and took her hands, trying to console her.
55 IX  |         took one of the cold, inert hands and looked at her mother
56 IX  |            paroxysm of despair, her hands clutching the sheet, her
57 IX  |          again with her face in her hands: “Oh, my poor mamma! oh,
58 X   |             emotion.~He waited, his hands crossed over his paunch.
59 X   |           them stood the baron, his hands behind his back, also looking
60 X   |           he approached Jeanne, his hands stretched out, his mouth
61 X   |            and crawled along on his hands and knees as far as the
62 XI  |             She hid her face in her hands, sobbing convulsively, and
63 XI  |           turn to cast him into the hands of a prostitute. Will not
64 XI  |             and powerful. Her large hands hung down at either side
65 XI  |             Jeanne took hold of her hands and kept them in her own;
66 XII |           Rosalie, who threw up her hands, exclaiming: “What was I
67 XII |          loved them; never knew the hands that had touched them familiarly,
68 XII |          said this, she put her two hands to her breast and fell over
69 XIII|              She felt her knees and hands trembling; but at last she
70 XIV |      dressed herself with trembling hands, almost fainting at the