Chapter

 1 I   |     widow quite at home in the house, forthwith began to court
 2 I   |     the threshold of their own house. It was a narrow one, consisting
 3 I   |     spend every evening at our house. Surely you remember he
 4 II  |       returned to his father’s house, and went to bed. For some
 5 IV  |      home—home to his father’s house, and go to bed.~He would
 6 V   |      to stay in the room! This house, his father’s house, crushed
 7 V   |       This house, his father’s house, crushed him. He felt the
 8 V   |        move the silence of the house touched his feelings; then,
 9 V   |      lime-tree in front of the house, and as he had hardly slept
10 V   |     suddenly brought into this house and this family.~Presently
11 VI  |      of all the details of his house—the shelves fixed in his
12 VI  |     the door of a smart little house, a hostelry famous in those
13 VI  |     from Etretat; and from the house came sounds of voices, laughter,
14 VII |        a maternal eye over the house and see that her son had
15 VII |       would turn me out of the house. You, even you, could not
16 VII |    when I hear his step in the house my heart beats as if it
17 VII |        was snoring. In all the house Pierre alone was awake,
18 VIII|    desire to fly, to leave the house which was his home no longer,
19 VIII|        to eat the bread of any house but this which had become
20 VIII| homeless, shelterless, her own house being a terror to her.~They