Chapter

 1 I   |       three or four.”~The father turned to the younger. “And you,
 2 I   | furniture with his clumsy nails, turned about on his heels, and
 3 II  |     hesitated once more; then he turned towards the pier; he had
 4 II  |         he stammered.~And Pierre turned away with his slow step,
 5 III |          without an adjective he turned from with scorn. Then he
 6 III |      between father and son; she turned the conversation, and began
 7 IV  |        and the yielding water it turned up curled over and fell
 8 IV  |     bachelor’s quarters.”~Pierre turned pale. His anger seemed to
 9 IV  |        out of doors in the cold, turned into Marowsko’s. The druggist
10 IV  |        tide having risen.~Pierre turned round and could discern
11 V   |          once outside the piers, turned to the left, and puffing
12 V   |        his mother had risen, had turned her back, and was pretending,
13 V   |          her eye again anxiously turned to the mantel-shelf.~Pierre
14 VI  |       His good fortune, too, had turned his head, and he scarcely
15 VI  |       two-hours’ drive the break turned off to the left, past a
16 VII |          went into the bed-room, turned down the bed, saw that there
17 VII |          Mme. Rosemilly.”~Pierre turned on him haughtily:~“You are
18 VII |           But on a sudden Pierre turned equally furious. All the
19 VII |         her by the shoulders, he turned her over without her leaving
20 VIII|          begin without him.”~She turned to Jean:~“You had better
21 VIII|         left the room.~Then Jean turned to his mother:~“And you,
22 IX  |       good doctor, I should have turned shoe-black by this time.”~
23 IX  |       under him, and he suddenly turned against this man, whom he
24 IX  |        How good he is!”~And they turned to go home.~“Cristi! How