Chapter

 1 Int | Neapolitan cypresses dear to the friends of Boccaccio, amid the continuous
 2 Int |          in coöperation with his friends, he worded it in the terms
 3 Int |           His relatives, his old friends, he himself, here and there
 4 III |          people are to see loved friends; and pressing it to her
 5 VIII|     delightful people! those are friends who may be useful to us.”~
 6 VIII|         Short accounts make long friends. Is not that true, M’sieu
 7 IX  |       talking quietly, like good friends, for such they had become
 8 IX  |         together to follow their friends, who were now hidden by
 9 XI  |       even the humblest, are our friends, our equals; the latter
10 XI  |       following day because some friends had arranged an excursion
11 XI  |         have a good time with my friends; I am just at that age.”~
12 XI  |       themselves just as two old friends might have done.~The sun
13 XII |        episodes in her life, old friends, as it were, who have a
14 XII |          of forgotten relics, of friends that she had found again.~