Chapter

 1 Int |     ravines, games beneath the dark hedges, a passion for going
 2 Int | inundates his body, “laves the dark corners of his soul.” And
 3 III |     and tender shadow over his dark eyes, the whites of which
 4 IV  |       moonlight, as far as the dark wood. Attracted by the tender
 5 IV  |         feeling her way up the dark staircase.~Left alone, the
 6 VI  |        at the sky across which dark clouds were passing, she
 7 VII |      escape, a hiding place, a dark corner, some way of avoiding
 8 VIII|    little turn; it will not be dark for a while.”~The baron
 9 IX  |       the sunlit nook amid the dark foliage in the little wood
10 IX  |     the window. It was growing dark. The priest came over to
11 X   |       way of talking, and with dark circles round his sunken
12 XI  |    Lison timidly remained in a dark corner.~“Why does he need
13 XI  |     Yport without a hat in the dark. Some men were on the beach,
14 XIII|       rains, its gray sky, its dark clouds, such a weariness
15 XIII|       been my companion in the dark days through which I have
16 XIII|     the Rue Sauvage, a sort of dark alley. She stopped at a
17 XIV |      particular. It would grow dark before she stirred, except
18 XIV |        drawing-room, which was dark with its closed shutters.