Chapter

 1 I  |     gleaming clouds, touching with fire the trees, the plains, the
 2 VI |          travels beside the parlor fire. Jeanne’s words flowed freely,
 3 VI |          condition in front of the fire, accustomed to the melancholy
 4 VI |      reflections of light from the fire.~The baron presently appeared,
 5 VI |         And he sat down before the fire. While his wet shoes were
 6 VI | drawing-room Jeanne sat before the fire in a drowsy condition, opposite
 7 VI |           The baron approached the fire, and holding out his hands
 8 VI |       shoulder and pointing to the fire, he said: “See here, little
 9 VII|        warming her feet before the fire in her room, while Rosalie,
10 VII|            which there had been no fire since her parents left,
11 VII|          sat down again before the fire, and asked: “How is she?”~
12 VII|         but more quietly.~A meagre fire was burning in the grate;
13 VII|        Julien, for a wonder, had a fire lighted in her room. As
14 VII|           to put fresh logs on the fire and to look for dresses,
15 VII|        were shining like sparks of fire in the black sky; but the
16 IX |            He put some wood on the fire, sent for madeira and biscuits
17 IX |           left to wish for.~A huge fire was blazing in the spacious
18 IX |      burned beside the bed and set fire to this pile of letters.
19 X  |      Jeanne was reading beside the fire while a storm of wind was
20 XIV|          and sat before the parlor fire.~She would remain for days
21 XIV|        motionless, gazing into the fire, thinking of nothing in
22 XIV|          to put a fresh log on the fire. Rosalie would then bring
23 XIV|            her in the blaze of the fire, and she recalled all the
24 XIV|           were drawn up before the fire, as if some one had just
25 XIV|          warming their feet at the fire.~She started back in terror