Chapter

 1 Int |        One evening, however, he felt better, and read to the
 2 Int |        1st of January, 1892, he felt he was hopelessly vanquished,
 3 I   |    Jeanne, under this downpour, felt herself revive like a plant
 4 I   |   simplicity of the design, she felt happy to have in her room
 5 I   |       like a soothing bath. She felt as though her heart was
 6 I   |       It seemed to her that she felt him there beside her. And
 7 I   |        But it passed on and she felt as if she had been deceived.
 8 I   |        the sun appeared.~Jeanne felt herself becoming mad with
 9 III |        those of Jeanne, and she felt a strange sensation at the
10 III |       its acquaintance; but she felt convinced beforehand that
11 III |       and went to her room, she felt strangely disturbed, and
12 III |         love, for she sometimes felt a sudden faintness when
13 IV  |        of their usual time. She felt bewildered, above all else,
14 IV  |        dreams of happiness. She felt as though a door had opened
15 IV  |   scarcely walk abreast.~Jeanne felt an arm passed gently round
16 IV  |     have lost her head, but she felt a shower of little grateful
17 V   |        she loved him. She again felt happy and cheerful.~The
18 V   |        into one’s mouth.~Jeanne felt so happy that she could
19 V   |  intense sensation that she had felt on the moss beside the spring?
20 V   |          from far-off Normandy, felt sad. Julien had, for some
21 VI  |  country seemed so sad that she felt a weight at her heart on
22 VI  |    today, to-morrow, never. She felt all this vaguely as a certain
23 VI  |         gloomy vale of Ota. She felt a spasm at her heart as
24 VI  |     attempt to be cheerful, she felt sad enough to give up altogether.
25 VI  |  occupying their thoughts. They felt that they could not talk
26 VII |       her marrow. She never had felt such a sensation, she had
27 VII |       stumbled against the bed, felt all over it with her hands
28 VII | although she had little on. She felt nothing, her body was so
29 VII |    remains, and in a second she felt all the pain of their sorrow.~
30 VII |         she could not stir. She felt that they were carrying
31 VII |      beneath the covers; Jeanne felt them gliding over her skin,
32 VII |          aching, but quiet. She felt weak, very weak. She opened
33 VII |       life had been raised.~She felt a horrible pain in her heart,
34 VII |         done these last days. I felt ill one night and I went
35 VII |       it seemed to her that she felt the first stirrings of life
36 VII |         Jeanne, quite overcome, felt her tears also beginning
37 VII |       soothe her strangely. She felt quieted, as if this strong
38 VIII|      had left the house. Jeanne felt no joy at the thought of
39 VIII|       she was now a mother. She felt that she was saved, secure
40 VIII|       Her absence was as little felt as her presence.~One evening
41 IX  |    agreeable, but although they felt too embarrassed to remain
42 IX  |       impatience, as though she felt, in addition to her filial
43 IX  |         all times.~What she now felt was a sort of moral isolation,
44 IX  |      hand and smiling lips, she felt this consciousness of hollowness,
45 IX  |         the bench. And when she felt unequal to walking to the
46 IX  |           I was expecting it, I felt that the end was near.”
47 IX  |    opened the windows wide. She felt the soft breath from the
48 X   |         plunged in sadness; she felt herself lost in life, far
49 XI  |      religion.~She saw how they felt and was indignant at heart
50 XI  |      Poulet of former days. She felt for the first time that
51 XI  |        her fatal power, and she felt that between herself and
52 XI  |    about to begin, and she also felt that she would rather lose
53 XI  |          in these cold letters, felt this woman in ambush, the
54 XII |        son, Paul’s brother.~She felt as if her heart stopped
55 XIII|        night, the sea which she felt close to her, which she
56 XIII|         approaching, and Jeanne felt herself overcome by an unconquerable
57 XIII|       led the way upstairs. She felt a pang at her heart. Sitting
58 XIII|    confident and brave. Now she felt old, embarrassed, even timid,
59 XIII|       in that house—Poulet.~She felt her knees and hands trembling;
60 XIII|        to look at her. Then she felt very cold, and rose to go
61 XIII|     dress and amusement. Jeanne felt bewildered in the midst
62 XIII|        come across him. And she felt more alone in this bustling
63 XIII|   collect a debt of Paul’s, she felt the tears beginning to overflow,
64 XIII|         with grief, and now she felt that she could never live
65 XIV |       behind the tall trees she felt a wrench at her heart, convinced
66 XIV |         in curves. Suddenly she felt a gentle warmth striking