Chapter

 1 I   |           a boy. She was a Norman woman of the country of Caux,
 2 III |        experience, alone, that no woman could resist him? She suddenly
 3 III |          his wife, a thin peasant woman, already aging, who kept
 4 IV  |          family.~She was a little woman of few words, who always
 5 IV  |        Aunt Lison?”~Then the poor woman, her voice full of tears,
 6 IV  |       girl; she was now a married woman. She had crossed that boundary
 7 IV  |          was supporting the heavy woman who had sunk into his arms
 8 V   |         peculiar odor of a pretty woman. After being away for twenty
 9 V   | interrupted him. A little swarthy woman, with large black eyes,
10 V   |           and the little Corsican woman behaved as if she had known
11 V   |            madame, I am an honest woman; but my brother-in-law believes
12 V   |   promised to the little Corsican woman of Evisa.~The day after
13 VII |           cannot, however, keep a woman and her illegitimate child
14 VII |     tearful voice, the voice of a woman who has been crying:~“When
15 VIII|        unknown misfortunes.~A big woman, big as a house, had taken
16 VIII|  downstairs. A pale, pretty young woman with a sad face, dreamy
17 VIII|   expression, the expression of a woman of experience whom nothing
18 IX  |        one of those impulses of a woman whom nothing can stop, she
19 IX  |     called. There was no reply. A woman’s glove and two riding whips
20 IX  |         console her.~And the dead woman appeared to be pleased.~
21 X   |           he guessed at the young woman’s real desire, and looking
22 X   |          recollections as a young woman. He had married her, baptized
23 X   |          sentiment; she had all a woman’s dream faith, and if she
24 X   |           whole face crushed; the woman’s jaw was hanging, dislocated
25 X   |           in that shanty?” said a woman.~The old beggar then said
26 XI  |         out an evil spirit from a woman who was possessed, and although
27 XI  |           could not be found. The woman with whom he had been found
28 XI  |        filled with hatred of this woman who had stolen her son from
29 XI  |          between herself and this woman a struggle was about to
30 XI  |           cold letters, felt this woman in ambush, the implacable,
31 XI  |        for the encouragement of a woman of whom I never speak to
32 XI  |           think. A strong peasant woman lifted her up and carried
33 XI  |           by this unknown peasant woman, who handled her with gentleness
34 XI  |     burning on the mantelpiece. A woman was asleep in her easy chair.
35 XI  |          easy chair. Who was this woman? She did not recognize her,
36 XI  |          But when, but where? The woman was sleeping peacefully,
37 XI  |      another look at the sleeping woman, walking over on tiptoe.
38 XI  |        over on tiptoe. It was the woman who had lifted her up in
39 XI  |          in her room and why?~The woman opened her eyes and, seeing
40 XI  |             asked Jeanne.~But the woman, opening her arms, picked
41 XI  |      looking at this white-haired woman, thin and faded, whom she
42 XI  |         beautiful and fresh young woman, said: “That is true, you
43 XII |       among themselves “the crazy woman,” without knowing exactly
44 XIII|         two peasants, a man and a woman, who came near, passed by,
45 XIII|           intense jealousy of the woman who had stolen her son from
46 XIII|          to her that she saw that woman standing on the doorsill
47 XIII|           haughty pride of a good woman whose character is blameless
48 XIII|         It certainly must be this woman who was keeping Paul from
49 XIII|          proprietress, an immense woman with a serious face, who
50 XIII|           possible,” said the big woman, “but I do not know him.
51 XIII|           dozing off, she heard a woman scream in an adjoining room;
52 XIV |        tears, the tears of an old woman at sight of her wretched