Chapter

 1 I  |         around in the streets to look at them. He gave the idea
 2 I  |       beats quickly every time I look at her, I don’t deny it.”~“
 3 I  |            Then perhaps she will look among the common people.
 4 I  |         of mountebanks. Come and look at them.”~He bowed, right
 5 I  |      woman whom he knew with the look of an expert.~The musicians,
 6 I  |   friends stopped at the door to look at them. A score of couples
 7 I  |          and devoured her with a look. His animal feelings revealed
 8 I  |          fairly mad.” And with a look, she pointed out a group
 9 I  |            Because you would not look well en deshabille.”~The
10 I  |        eaten bakers’ cakes? They look well, but they amount to
11 II |          seemed to bleed, in her look, in her slow speech, in
12 II |      hidden behind two eyes that look at you, clear as water,
13 II |         Saval rejoined. “I don’t look behind the eyes. I care
14 II |         tipped back, and a jaded look. There were tradesmen with
15 II |       calm and gracious glance.~“Look at that one, Muscade,” she
16 II |       Yvette gave her a piercing look, as if to read the depths
17 III|          in a clump of trees, to look at the windows.~Only one
18 IV |      becoming to her, wishing to look well. Then looking at herself
19 IV |        there. How queer it is to look at oneself. But without
20 IV | Everybody else would know how we look, and we ourselves would
21 IV |           I am in my Paris mood, look out!”~Then turning toward
22 IV |        passers-by. All turned to look at them; the citizens came