Chapter

 1 Int |      indestructible discipline and cold lucidity.~His childhood
 2 IV  |          not your dear little feet cold?”~All at once the old lady’
 3 IV  |         your—your—dear little feet cold?—no one ever said such things
 4 V   |            were enjoying the fresh cold water, Julien tried to draw
 5 V   |          parted, and the stream of cold water splashed their faces,
 6 V   |            Jeanne, affected by the cold wind that seemed to come
 7 VI  |           her forehead against the cold window panes.~Then, after
 8 VI  |          by like the previous day, cold instead of damp. And the
 9 VI  |          work.~Notwithstanding the cold, the baroness had her chair
10 VI  |       involuntarily shivering with cold, inquired what their hosts
11 VI  |          on the shingle. The gray, cold sea, with its eternal roaring
12 VI  |     Jeannette?”~She replied with a cold smile: “It is nothing to
13 VII |            the grate; the room was cold; the child was crying. Jeanne
14 VII |            to be penetrated by the cold; the very walls seemed to
15 VII | apprehension seized her, while the cold seemed to penetrate to her
16 VII |            empty. It was empty and cold, and as if no one had slept
17 VII |          despair. She did not feel cold, although she had little
18 VIII|             As it was cool, almost cold, the others went into the
19 IX  |       Nothing. Let me alone! I was cold.”~When they went into the
20 IX  |            Baronne is very bad!”~A cold chill seemed to run down
21 IX  |           the bed, took one of the cold, inert hands and looked
22 XI  |           of her. Jeanne, in these cold letters, felt this woman
23 XI  |          be sensible and not catch cold.” And she covered her up
24 XIII|            was delightful, the air cold enough to make her skin
25 XIII|            her. Then she felt very cold, and rose to go on her way;
26 XIII|            for Batteville one very cold, snowy morning.~