Chapter

 1 I  |      of strong intellect who knew life by instinct as the
 2 I  |     was wont to say that she knew the value of money, but
 3 I  |      fond of his mother, who knew her to be somewhat visionary
 4 I  |      taken ill. Of course we knew at once what it meant, and
 5 III|  began thinking of women. He knew very little of them, never
 6 III|   leave you nothing?”~“No. I knew him very slightly.”~She
 7 III| their own tradesmen, all who knew them—would not they repeat
 8 III|    and hard. And he read, he knew, the precise thought which
 9 IV |     he called frequently. We knew him as a customer before
10 IV |      as a customer before we knew him as a friend.”~Pierre,
11 IV | fever, and Marechal, whom we knew then but very little, was
12 IV |   and piercing it: “Since he knew me first, since he was so
13 IV |    but natural envy which he knew lurked within him, and with
14 IV |   rise to the preference. He knew Jean from his birth? Yes,
15 IV |    mother! Knowing her as he knew her, how could he ever have
16 IV |      been very pretty— as he knew, and it could still be seen—
17 IV |      familiar names as if he knew the scenery. Oh, if he might
18 IV |  Perhaps he was mistaken. He knew his own vagabond unreason
19 V  | mother if only he, he alone, knew her to be innocent! How
20 V  |      very really she, and he knew every little detail of her
21 V  |    into a family of which he knew nothing.~His father, above
22 V  |       She understood that he knew, or at any rate had his
23 V  |      like that when we first knew him! Cristi! How time flies!
24 VI |       For some one you never knew, and of whom I was too fond.”~
25 VII|       the widow’ because you knew it annoyed me.”~Pierre broke
26 VII|      or your mind?”~But Jean knew full well that he had touched
27 VII|    became unbearable; and he knew that behind the door was
28 IX |    through all the people he knew or had known, and among