Chapter

 1 I   |     When their father gave the word to return, “Come, take your
 2 I   |      guiding it by a sign or a word: “Easy, Jean, and you, Pierre,
 3 I   |        her as “the widow.” The word, harmless in itself, irritated
 4 I   |    three men spoke not another word till they reached the threshold
 5 I   |       for him. For him to send word that he would call in the
 6 I   |       amazed to utter a single word. Mme. Roland was the first
 7 I   |    quite soon, to-morrow, at a word of consent.~“And there is
 8 I   |          Jean had not spoken a word.~When their guest had gone,
 9 I   |      everything, and without a word of regret for the friend
10 II  |     for some minutes without a word under the solitary gas-lamp.
11 III |    friends of this pattern. My word! and no wonder he is so
12 III |     distressed, now put in her word: “Come, Pierre, what ails
13 IV  |  narrow, so heavy, to whom the word “Poetry” meant idiocy.~This
14 VI  |       shook her head without a word.~But to-day her pallor was
15 VI  |        to bring them on with a word, as if he had the clew to
16 VI  |       a torturer would, with a word, revive the anguish that
17 VI  |    made the effort?”~Without a word she seized him by the arm,
18 VII |     both sat smoking without a word. Pierre suddenly started
19 VII |     the thing, the phrase, the word, which might stab his brother
20 VII |    every pore. You never say a word to my father, my mother,
21 VII |       And you must pledge your word to obey me, now, at once.”~“
22 VII |        if I could fancy from a word or a look that I was as
23 VII | to-morrow morning you can send word to Roland that I was taken
24 VIII|     looking at her or saying a word, and bending over her, offered
25 IX  |     French—you never keep your word!”~At this Pierre rose, offended
26 IX  |        kissed without saying a word. Then he shook hands with