Chapter

 1 I  |   troubadour. Come, search your heart, and confess.”~Servigny
 2 I  |       moment I shut my eyes. My heart beats quickly every time
 3 I  |         in her incomprehensible heart. I am always wondering: ‘
 4 II |         of the evening captured heart, body, and voice. There
 5 II |        He was warm, he felt his heart beat and his temples throb,
 6 II |    guess anything about her. At heart I begin to think that she
 7 II |        to open to her all one’s heart and soul, and to fathom
 8 II | tenderness had sprung up in her heart for the poor insect which
 9 II |         laughing with her whole heart, chatting with everybody,
10 II |    tables. But occasionally her heart took fire, and she really
11 III|      happy at the bottom of her heart, and sad also, taking a
12 III|      gone back to her room, her heart oppressed, her soul in distress,
13 III|         think, way down in your heart, of the Prince of Kravalow?”~“
14 III|       murmur of voices, and her heart beat so fast that she could
15 III|    suspicion had possessed her, heart since that cry: “Mamma!”
16 IV |  horrible anguish oppressed her heart. The bright sunlight fell
17 IV |        sorrow which drowned her heart, she began to sob so violently,
18 IV |       am going to die!” And her heart, swollen with sobs, nearly
19 IV |     Russian put his hand on his heart and held out the gold piece
20 IV |        He placed his ear to her heart; then he added:~“But she
21 IV |      good, her eyes closed, her heart reposing in the yet pervading