Chapter

 1 Int|    unfoldment of his prehistoric soul. Years went by in an ecstasy
 2 Int|          us, “No, I have not the soul of a decadent, I cannot
 3 Int|   beeches weep in autumn for the soul, the little soul, of la
 4 Int|         for the soul, the little soul, of la petite Roque.~And
 5 Int|          the dark corners of his soul.” And he retains a troubled
 6 Int|      tenderness and pity in this soul that would never again be
 7 I  |       fruitful earth, unfold her soul, enlighten her ignorance
 8 I  |     would adore him with all her soul and that he would cherish
 9 II | framework for the romance of her soul, the surrounding woods,
10 IV |       the secret poetry of one’s soul. The gentle breath of the
11 VI |  thinking, depressed to the very soul, longing to lie down, to
12 IX |         of the night entered her soul and she began to weep quietly.~
13 IX |     existence no doubt, when the soul is freed from the trials
14 X  |          set in vibration in her soul the chord of religious poetry
15 XII|       part of her vision and her soul, the grove, the mound overlooking
16 XIV|  although cherishing it in one’s soul—her son’s sweetheart was