Chapter

 1 I   |         white cliff three hundred feet high, with its base in the
 2 II  |        rabbits would bound by her feet.~She planted memories everywhere,
 3 II  |           bowed when within three feet and, assuming a smiling
 4 III |       that she should not wet her feet. Then they walked up the
 5 III |        and on the ground at their feet, for a ray of sunlight penetrating
 6 III |           leather, which made his feet appear smaller. His long
 7 III |     seigneur from his head to his feet.~He bowed and said, smiling:~“
 8 IV  |          Are not your dear little feet cold?”~All at once the old
 9 IV  |         not your—your—dear little feet cold?—no one ever said such
10 V   |          rolling away beneath her feet, fearlessly leaning over
11 V   |           village. He dragged his feet and his words, coughing
12 V   |           fired.~“Jean leaped two feet in the air, like a child
13 VI  |           her foot-stove, for her feet were freezing. She then
14 VI  |         skirt round his legs, his feet encased in immense shoes
15 VII |           was sitting warming her feet before the fire in her room,
16 VII |           seemed to warm her; her feet were numbed and her lower
17 VII |     toward the stairs in her bare feet, and groping her way, she
18 VII |        they both started to their feet; she stood motionless for
19 VII |           nightdress, and in bare feet, and remained in a dazed
20 VII |         about. She started to her feet in order to escape him.
21 VII |          Her arms, her hands, her feet, impelled by an invisible
22 VII |        the rocks. She rose to her feet with the idea of throwing
23 VIII|       would rise, and in her bare feet go to the door, listen at
24 VIII|         looked steadfastly at his feet: “If it is as M’sieu le
25 IX  |        count and Jeanne a hundred feet behind them, talking quietly,
26 IX  |      pawed the air with his front feet and, landing again on his
27 IX  |         and, landing again on his feet, gave a bound and darted
28 IX  |            and then rising to his feet, attempted to raise his
29 IX  |        that made her start to her feet. It might be her father.
30 X   |           he suddenly rose to his feet, covered with mud from head
31 XI  |    parsonage, and kneeling at the feet of the thin abbé, begged
32 XI  |           Jeanne, she rose to her feet suddenly. They stood face
33 XII |  passively. Weak and dragging her feet as she walked, as little
34 XII |            which he placed at the feet of the two women.~
35 XIII| blacksmith’s shop about a hundred feet further along the road.
36 XIV |      sitting there, warming their feet at the fire.~She started