Chapter

 1 Int |  countenance. He suffered from terrible headaches, followed by nights
 2 Int |     seeing in him one of those terrible Normans who, all through
 3 VI  |        ocean, murmured: “It is terrible, but it is beautiful. How
 4 VI  | washtub. Look at this sea, how terrible it is with its crests of
 5 VII |   gasped as though she were in terrible pain. Then, suddenly, she
 6 VII |      if she had witnessed some terrible accident. She sat down again
 7 VII |       she gasped for breath. A terrible apprehension seized her,
 8 VIII|      but she was filled with a terrible anguish, a despairing sinking,
 9 XI  |  remembrance of the abrupt and terrible visit of the comte on the
10 XI  |  priest on the occasion of the terrible death of the comtesse and
11 XII | running toward the sea on that terrible day of Julian’s death, to