Chapter

 1 I  |      perplexed, inquired: “What sort of person is this lady?”~
 2 I  |      absolutely nothing of that sort of life, you understand.
 3 I  |          It must make a strange sort of mixture in her head.”~“
 4 I  |         The mother’s house is a sort of liberty-hall whose patronage
 5 II | charming eyes, and was merely a sort of deceptive emanation of
 6 II |       heat-mist rose from it, a sort of haze of evaporated water,
 7 II |         in this common place. A sort of instinct revolted in
 8 II |       he said:~“Well, does this sort of life suit you?”~She asked
 9 II |       he would answer, nor what sort of an understanding could
10 III|        suspected very well what sort of mystery this word concealed;—
11 III|          and sad also, taking a sort of satisfaction in becoming
12 III|      satisfaction in becoming a sort of a heroine of a book who
13 III| oppression, an embarrassment, a sort of vague fear, seemed to
14 III|    understand? I lead a certain sort of life, it is true, and
15 IV |          And she felt at once a sort of joy in her resolution,
16 IV |       sat a pale seriousness, a sort of sinister calm. Servigny
17 IV |      not take a plunge for that sort of a girl.”~She again took
18 IV |       like him for telling that sort of thing,” she said, laughing.~
19 IV |        and entered her flesh, a sort of dreamy intoxication,