Chapter

 1 VIII|      better. If you will only confess, I ask no more. I am a pastor;
 2 VIII|      him.~Then he said: “Now, confess.” The sick man murmured
 3 IX  |    impatiently, determined to confess at once and afterward to
 4 IX  | embarrassed by what I have to confess to you. I love you; I love
 5 XI  |       Walter blushed.~“Yes, I confess that if I knew you better,
 6 XII |   what to do.”~He replied: “I confess every Saturday from three
 7 XIV |     voice he murmured: “Come, confess your relations.”~She shrugged
 8 XVI |      know that I am! Should I confess it—I, a married man, to
 9 XVI |     then said: “If you do not confess, Madame, I shall be forced
10 XVI |  turned to Madeleine: “Do you confess, Madame, that this gentleman
11 XVII|       herself at his feet and confess all her errors and her agony—