Chapter

1 Int|   from Provence: “The sap is rising in me, it is true. The spring
2 I  |      the fir trees, the moon rising, red and full as if it were
3 II |      the first gleams of the rising sun which made the slimy
4 III|  thinking of each other. The rising sun was beginning to pierce
5 IX |   who were now hidden by the rising ground.~At the end of about
6 IX |    crossed himself, and then rising to his feet, attempted to
7 X  |      she faltered, her color rising: “I want to confess, Monsieur
8 XII|   down and sipped hers, then rising, she said, “Come along.”~
9 XIV| retained one custom, that of rising the instant she had drunk