Chapter

 1 I   |       expression of a peasant, opened the door, went up stairs
 2 II  |         he went to a cupboard, opened it, and picked out a bottle
 3 III |   thousand francs a year.”~She opened those covetous blue eyes
 4 IV  |   silent once more.~Pierre had opened his eyes and was looking
 5 V   |      found that portrait?”~She opened her eyes in surprise.~“What
 6 V   |      portrait, smaller than an opened palm, was like a living
 7 V   | turning about just as the door opened, he took the little painting
 8 VI  |    bleeding wound which he had opened in her woman’s, her mother’
 9 VII |       sat up, ceased to snore, opened their eyes, muttered, “A
10 VII |       and witless.~Mme. Roland opened a door on the right.~“This
11 VII |        the door in rather than opened it, and flung himself into
12 VII |      drawn. He ran forward and opened them. His mother was lying
13 VIII|      Louise!”~Mme. Roland half opened her door and answered:~“
14 VIII|        first; then he abruptly opened the door and saw his father
15 IX  |       s shop here?”~The doctor opened a cupboard and displayed
16 IX  |       on the whiskers and then opened the door.~Mme. Roland had