Chapter

 1 Int|  laugh. I ask myself why I stir, why I go hither or thither,
 2 Int|  head that my ideas cannot stir without making me long to
 3 IV | nights which seem to move, stir and affect one, apparently
 4 VI |     pale as death, did not stir, and one could hear distinctly
 5 VII|   would, for she could not stir. She felt that they were
 6 VII| perfectly crushed, did not stir, Jeanne called to her father: “
 7 IX | this warm spring seemed to stir the sap in human beings
 8 IX |     that make me cry. They stir remembrances that were so
 9 X  |  looked inside. He did not stir; he seemed to be waiting.~
10 X  |  the truth, and he did not stir, hiding as a hare, starting
11 XIV|    Madame Jeanne, you must stir about or you will have no