Chapter

 1 I    |            eyes, a curled mustache, hair naturally wavy and parted
 2 I    |          stout and serious, and his hair was gray on his temples
 3 I    |         stout, little man with long hair, who was ascending the stairs
 4 I    |       passing, a blonde with auburn hair, likewise inclined to embonpoint,
 5 II   |          off his hat to arrange his hair, and murmured half aloud,
 6 II   |         blushed to the roots of his hair, not knowing how to reply;
 7 II   |      corsage and short sleeves. Her hair was dressed high and curled
 8 II   |            hand kissed it; his long hair falling upon his hostess’
 9 II   |          her lips and her fine wavy hair. Her mother was surprised: “
10 V    |             his arms and kissed her hair. An hour and a half later
11 VIII |            head was bowed; her fair hair enhanced the beauty of her
12 IX   |         room; they do not know what hair mattresses are at Canteleu.”~
13 XI   |             skin, and curly, flaxen hair. Her elder sister, Rose,
14 XIII |           unwittingly a lock of her hair. It would be an invisible
15 XIII |            Suddenly she drew a long hair out of the buttonhole and
16 XIII | police-inspector and found a second hair twisted around a second
17 XIII |            Oh, it is an old woman’s hair—here is a white one—you
18 XIII |            have a chain made of her hair—of her gray hair—there is
19 XIII |             of her hair—of her gray hair—there is enough for that—”~
20 XV   |           eyes and wealth of golden hair. He was delighted to see
21 XV   |             away: “You twisted your hair around my coat buttons the
22 XV   |            dressed in black and her hair was powdered. At a distance
23 XV   |         woman to you. I powdered my hair for that reason to-night;
24 XV   |          her cheeks as white as her hair.~
25 XVI  |           military bearing and gray hair entered. He was the police
26 XVI  |   antechamber in her petticoat, her hair loosened, her feet bare,
27 XVII |           to cry aloud and tear her hair. But she only repeated angrily: “
28 XVIII|        Walter had aged greatly; her hair was gray and she sought