Chapter

 1 Int |   office and whose colleagues laugh at him because his wife
 2 Int |  ambition was not to make one laugh; he writes for the pleasure
 3 Int |     does not make me smile or laugh. I ask myself why I stir,
 4 Int |       human heart that people laugh at, but which is touched,
 5 I   |        but her frank, sincere laugh spread joy around her. Often,
 6 III |       his cap. That made them laugh. A fly, attracted no doubt
 7 IV  |   apparently forgotten how to laugh, when a remark of the mayor’
 8 VI  | Jeanne appeared. She began to laugh at the horses, saying that
 9 VI  |        asked: “What makes you laugh like that? Are you crazy?”~
10 VI  |     you should be the last to laugh. We should not be where
11 VI  |      on their minds, began to laugh at the gestures and intonations
12 VI  |  repeated: “It is not nice to laugh at people who belong to
13 VII |     He laughed with his jolly laugh of former days, and Jeanne
14 VIII|     bewildered face, began to laugh with her clear, ringing
15 VIII|       with her clear, ringing laugh of former days, when anything
16 VIII|       wife. You see how I can laugh at his—his—want of delicacy.”~
17 IX  |   about again, nor speak, nor laugh, nor sit at dinner opposite
18 X   |    forehead; then he began to laugh. “You surely have no great
19 XI  |     is going on.”~He began to laugh, and kissing her, replied: “
20 XI  |      annoyance: “You must not laugh, madame, for without money
21 XIII|       thought she heard a man laugh. As daylight dawned the