Chapter

 1 Int|    reflection that comes from the dead to those souls they have
 2 Int|           Flaubert, of “that old, dead master who had won his heart
 3 I  |         stretched out, apparently dead. A young girl, gazing at
 4 IV |          They fished her out half dead, and her parents, raising
 5 V  |          not utter a word; he was dead.”~The young people gazed
 6 VI |      leafless, the climbing vines dead.~They entered the little
 7 IX |    yourself out, monsieur; she is dead. I know all about these
 8 IX |          But she was clasping the dead body and kissing it, and
 9 IX |        half mechanically: “She is dead,” and all the horror of
10 IX |     mother—Mamma Adelaide who was dead. She would never move about
11 IX | Good-morning, Jeannette.” She was dead!~And she fell on her knees
12 IX |          the cat, ‘Croquerat,’ is dead; they have cut down the
13 IX |        read aloud, to read to the dead, as though to distract,
14 IX |           to console her.~And the dead woman appeared to be pleased.~
15 IX |           dared to sit beside the dead, and began to cry again
16 IX |           usual attentions to the dead. The baron arrived toward
17 IX |        during the service for the dead. The comtesse kissed her
18 X  |      along together; my mother is dead; and—and——” she added with
19 X  |       rain, he pointed to the two dead bodies with his hooked stick
20 X  |      savage passion was to return dead, dying or maybe crippled
21 X  |     almost roared at him: “Is she dead?” and the servant stammered: “
22 XI |           when she arrived he was dead.~She took his body back
23 XII|          over an hour, apparently dead. Then she opened her eyes
24 XIV|          would you say if he were dead?”~Jeanne had nothing more