Chapter

 1 I  |      strange sort of mixture in her head.”~“That kind of literary
 2 I  |             tresses, twisted on her head, fiery, flaming locks, nestled
 3 I  |          walk, stir about, bend her head, or lift her arm. “Ah! Muscade,
 4 I  |             composure.~“You have no head, my poor Muscade, I am steadier
 5 I  |          Servigny with a nod of her head:~“There he is, but I like
 6 I  |             ideas Yvette has in her head!”~“I should like nothing
 7 II |     different ideas pass through my head. It depends, too, a good
 8 II |        Pierrot, give your bow-wow’s head to your dear little girl,
 9 II |            from the clouds upon her head.~As Yvette looked on from
10 II | handkerchief stretched out over her head like a roof. But the Marquise,
11 II |           compelled her to turn her head toward him and gave her
12 II |           rustle of leaves over his head. The frogs alone continued
13 II |        resting upon the ground, her head between her hands, her eyes
14 II |         that enough?”~She shook her head, and having caught an ant
15 II |         their oarsmen down upon his head, and disappearing in dismay
16 II |         whole body and swinging his head covered with that immense
17 II |          laughter.~“You have a fine head,” she said.~He was annoyed
18 III|          broken by dreams, when the head nods upon the breast.~She
19 III|    proceeding with short steps, her head down, with that manner assumed
20 III|           it. I don’t know where my head is.”~And Yvette taking up
21 III|            The young girl shook her head as if to say, “No,” without
22 IV |         while others going over her head fell upon the bed, covering
23 IV |              Tail,” said he. It was head.~The Prince tossed the coin
24 IV |            Monsieur.”~Saval called “Head.” It was tail.~The Prince
25 IV |          and spinning it up, said: “Head.” It was tail.~He bowed
26 IV |          Marquise, who had lost her head, tried to undress her daughter;
27 IV |             her lover, and with her head uplifted toward him she
28 IV |           now, and was weeping, her head on the, foot of the bed.
29 IV |           not reply, but nodded her head slightly with an almost
30 IV |         your mother?”~She shook her head, no. He knew not what more
31 IV |      knowing that he would lose his head, he drew away. She smiled