Chapter

 1 II  |        nape of her neck.~Duroy grew more at his ease under her
 2 V   |     subject.”~The conversation grew slow. Mme. de Marelle seemed
 3 V   |     upon her temples. When she grew calmer, anger succeeded
 4 VIII|    occurred to Duroy. The room grew dark. Forestier asked irritably:~“
 5 VIII|        a slight attack, but it grew worse and turned to a sort
 6 VIII|       then fled! One was born, grew, was happy, and died. Adieu!
 7 VIII|    face. The young man’s heart grew hopeful. Why should he lament
 8 X   |        furious at the dead. He grew to hate the very name; it
 9 XIII|      wiped her eyes. Her voice grew steadier: “No, I came to—
10 XIII|      repulse her, but when she grew more lavish with her caresses,
11 XV  | Virginie perceived Du Roy, she grew livid and made a movement