Chapter

 1 I   |            thank you. I know before hand that I could not see through
 2 I   |             waiting there, gave his hand to the ladies to help them
 3 I   |           glittering eyes, laid his hand on his handsome fair beard,
 4 I   |            to come; nay, already in hand; this money lurking behind
 5 I   |          the lawyer, and laying her hand on the back of his chair
 6 II  |            man always had the upper hand over the intellectual man.
 7 II  |            He grasped his brother’s hand and added in a heavy tone:~“
 8 III |        woman’s kiss, the touch of a hand, the rustle of a petticoat,
 9 III |           matter? He would hold her hand for a few seconds. She seemed
10 III |           now and then she took his hand with the light familiarity
11 IV  |             trembled under Pierre’s hand; when the wind blew harder
12 IV  |           under the pressure of his hand, as if it were a swift and
13 IV  |           out both hands, the right hand to one of the young men,
14 IV  |            slighter, and had a soft hand, and that he often brought
15 IV  |            could but have it in his hand for one minute! His mother
16 IV  |           his arm outstretched, his hand wide open, he wanted to
17 V   |             a clutching, strangling hand.~He was thirsty and hot,
18 V   |           he stood stock still, his hand put out to open it. An imperative
19 V   |           he paused for breath. His hand as it lay on the lock was
20 V   |          wealth.~Jean, on the other hand, wishing to attract only
21 V   |            an unknown and malignant hand, the hand of a dead man,
22 V   |             and malignant hand, the hand of a dead man, had torn
23 V   |          the first to put forth his hand; he took the picture, and
24 V   |           rate had his suspicions.~“Hand it on to me,” said Roland.~
25 V   |           in his turn, held out his hand for the picture. He gazed
26 VI  |           pulse she pulled away her hand so vehemently that she struck
27 VI  |         threshold, and held out her hand to the two ladies who hesitated
28 VI  |           beating heart offered his hand to help her down the narrow
29 VI  |           to catch the water in her hand, but it slipped away between
30 VI  |         none here.”~He gave her his hand to steady her on the slippery
31 VI  |          and artful, with the light hand and the hunter’s instinct
32 VI  |        accept me.”~She held out her hand, which was still wet, and
33 VI  | mechanically dropping them from one hand into the other. Then her
34 VII |        Roland. Mme. Roland took her hand and pressed it. Jean, in
35 VII |             brother and you on each hand? Would you cease to think
36 VIII|             forward holding out his hand, and when he felt his fingers
37 VIII|        would no longer hold out his hand to beg of his mother. So
38 VIII|            And then he held out his hand, wide open, and she put
39 VIII|         which she held in the other hand.~“What is that?” he asked.
40 IX  |             would fain hold out his hand—a timid but urgent need
41 IX  |     suddenly reflected on the other hand: “After all, she was right.”
42 IX  |             as she took it from his hand, looked up at him for the
43 IX  |            could not.~Jean took her hand.~“You saw?” he said.~“Yes,