Chapter

 1 Int |      an effort; I experience a sort of overpowering sense of
 2 I   |    might imbue her mind with a sort of rational poetry, and
 3 II  |      she liked priests, from a sort of religious instinct peculiar
 4 III |        Marquis de Coutelier, a sort of leader of Norman aristocracy,
 5 III |      which shut out the sun. A sort of moist freshness in the
 6 III |    like herself, pervaded by a sort of intoxication of love?
 7 IV  |  familiarity which concealed a sort of contemptuous kindness.
 8 IV  |     the usual Norman custom. A sort of embarrassment seemed
 9 V   |   defined in the early dawn; a sort of massing of strange-looking
10 VI  |        on seeing them again, a sort of check of affection, until
11 VI  |       awakened in her heart. A sort of pensive melancholy, a
12 VI  |    ideas, even in his voice, a sort of atmosphere of aristocracy.~
13 VI  | carriage, spasmodic sneezes, a sort of constant chuckling, told
14 VII |   little noise on the floor, a sort of scratching, a rustling,
15 IX  |       the middle of the room a sort of column held an immense
16 IX  |     this wood again, to make a sort of sentimental and superstitious
17 IX  |        What she now felt was a sort of moral isolation, amid
18 IX  |      relics” in obedience to a sort of hereditary instinct of
19 IX  |      She remained plunged in a sort of motionless grief, seeing
20 IX  |      her mother’s heart from a sort of sentiment and began to
21 X   |        look on the ground at a sort of track that was almost
22 X   |        who bowed the knee to a sort of pantheistic Divinity,
23 XI  |      And Jeanne, pervaded by a sort of posthumous gratitude
24 XI  |  husband’s rank and fortune, a sort of queen of the Norman nobility,
25 XIII|      out by the wind, making a sort of blue balloon; sometimes
26 XIII|       found the Rue Sauvage, a sort of dark alley. She stopped
27 XIII|       a cup of bouillon, but a sort of shame, of fear, of modesty
28 XIV |   perceived Rosalie carrying a sort of white bundle in her arms.~