Chapter

 1 I    |        leisurely along, hats in hand.~When Georges Duroy reached
 2 I    |   hastening up to him, laid his hand upon the man’s shoulder.
 3 I    |       and the other pressed his hand with: “Au revoir, my friend.”
 4 II   |     himself, Duroy extended his hand and expressed his astonishment,
 5 II   |         I am—”~She held out her hand. “I know, Monsieur—Charles
 6 II   |         taking Mme. Forestier’s hand kissed it; his long hair
 7 II   |      tiptoe in order to lay her hand upon his arm. Upon entering
 8 II   |        held an empty cup in her hand, and as she was not near
 9 II   |         glass of liqueur in his hand, and Duroy discreetly withdrew.
10 II   |     becoming familiar, laid her hand upon Duroy’s arm. He felt
11 III  |     head of his paper in a bold hand: “Souvenirs of a Soldier
12 III  |        rested his head upon his hand and stared at the blank
13 III  |        rested his head upon his hand and thought—but in vain!
14 III  |        a table and extended her hand to him.~“So soon?” said
15 IV   |    office, draw his salary, and hand in his resignation.~With
16 IV   |    Algeria.”~“Very well, I will hand it to the manager. That
17 V    | forgotten me.” She held out her hand to him with a gesture of
18 V    |       Duroy and offered him her hand. The astonished mother murmured: “
19 V    |         she offered him not her hand but her forehead, and said: “
20 V    |        floor, kissed the lady’s hand, and they seated themselves,
21 V    |         that first clasp of the hand, when one asks: ‘Do you
22 V    |        she put her purse in his hand.~The total was one hundred
23 V    |       cab first and offered his hand to the young woman. Finally
24 V    |      care for me.”~She laid her hand upon his lips. “Be silent!”~“
25 V    |      permit that.”~She laid her hand upon his shoulder and said
26 V    |         for the porter, put his hand in his pocket and said: “
27 VI   |       reading. She held out her hand without rising and said: “
28 VI   |         only have to extend his hand in order to gather the fruit.
29 VI   |         soft voice, placing her hand upon his arm, she said: “
30 VI   |       of the house extended her hand and said to him: “You are
31 VI   |  affection. She offered him her hand; he took it doubtfully,
32 VI   |       the bell, pressed Duroy’s hand and said: “Forget what I
33 VI   |  disliked to take her husband’s hand, drink his wine, and eat
34 VI   |      shook his host’s proffered hand with exaggerated energy.
35 VI   |      husband dared not kiss her hand. Laurine entered next, and
36 VI   |        he pressed his comrade’s hand and said:~“Well, old fellow,
37 VIII |       him. Forestier raised his hand slowly and with difficulty,
38 VIII |         of anger with his right hand, and said: “I tell you I
39 VIII |      The priest was holding his hand.~“Au revoir, my son. I will
40 VIII |        yours.”~She held out her hand to him and said mournfully
41 VIII |           He took her proffered hand, gazed at it, and was seized
42 VIII |        to-night.”~He kissed her hand and left her without having
43 VIII |       more discreet wave of her hand.~
44 IX   |        serious, and placing her hand on his arm, she said: “Do
45 IX   |         world”—she held out her hand to him— “but you.”~He was
46 IX   |        insults. She pressed her hand to her heart and breathed
47 IX   |         difficulty. He took the hand resting on the arm of the
48 IX   |     front of his wife, took her hand, kissed it, and said: “When
49 IX   |       to duty.”~He retained her hand wondering anxiously how
50 IX   |      caress her. He pressed her hand slightly, but she did not
51 IX   |         her head with his right hand, turned it toward him and
52 IX   |       lips with the back of his hand. The old woman, in her turn,
53 X    |         her, the bouquet in his hand, the desire strong within
54 X    | gallantly kissing Mme. Du Roy’s hand, he turned to her husband
55 X    |       and cordially offered his hand, saying: “How are you, my
56 X    |       as usual and gave her his hand to assist her to alight
57 XI   |       XI. MADAME WALTER TAKES A HAND~On entering the office the
58 XI   |      mistress. She extended her hand; he took and pressed it
59 XI   |       This time she pressed his hand and he was moved by that
60 XI   |       advise you to ask for the hand of—Suzanne—would you not
61 XI   |   mother entered. He kissed her hand.~“How much I have thought
62 XI   |  apartments.”~Pressing Du Roy’s hand, he said: “Good evening,
63 XI   |    appeared and offered him her hand cordially. “What good wind
64 XI   |         carriage, he seized her hand, and kissing it passionately
65 XI   |        suffered him to take her hand and replied in broken accents: “
66 XI   |       day that I may touch your hand, breathe the air stirred
67 XII  |       She did not offer him her hand and whispered: “I have only
68 XII  |         murmured: “Give me your hand that I may touch, may press
69 XII  |        it.”~She slowly took her hand from her face, he seized
70 XII  |        your tears!”~Placing the hand he held upon his heart he
71 XII  |    forgiven me?”~He pressed her hand. “Yes, yes, why should I
72 XIII |        when she would clasp his hand under cover of the table
73 XIII |       at the door.~On the other hand, his affection for Mme.
74 XIV  |       to. It would on the other hand have been extremely surprising
75 XIV  |       mirror. Du Roy raised his hand with the lighted match in
76 XV   |      for others. Suzanne’s tiny hand still rested upon his arm.
77 XV   |        but die!”~She seized his hand, kissed it passionately,
78 XVI  |       bare, and a candle in her hand.~He exclaimed: “It is she.
79 XVI  |    ready, coat upon arm, hat in hand, asked: “Do you need me
80 XVII |       be there.”~He clasped her hand. “Oh, how I love you! How
81 XVII |   Georges took the young girl’s hand and kissed it respectfully.
82 XVII |        If only a priest were at hand! She would cast herself
83 XVII |        father has bestowed your hand upon me” she whispered naively: “
84 XVIII|         give him her daughter’s hand. But he threatened the old
85 XVIII|    bishop of Tangiers, cross in hand, miter on head, entered
86 XVIII|     timidly and offered him her hand. He took, retained, and
87 XVIII|        Georges placed Suzanne’s hand upon his arm to pass through