Chapter

 1 I   |        in a deep chair, seemed lost in reminiscences once more.
 2 III |      his soul. A man is not so lost when he is not alone. At
 3 IV  |        winged creature.~He was lost in day-dreams, the dreams
 4 IV  |    fog-horn, the cry of a ship lost in the fog. A shiver ran
 5 IV  | pertinacity of a dog seeking a lost scent, tried to recall the
 6 IV  |     disappeared. Where was it? Lost, or hidden away? Oh, if
 7 V   |        with a slow step, still lost in thought. As he passed
 8 V   |    among all this throng, more lost, more remote from them,
 9 VI  | carpeted with cresses, and was lost among the briers and grass
10 VI  |    these ten minutes; have you lost your wits?”~“No, I have
11 VI  |    your wits?”~“No, I have not lost my wits. I love you, and
12 VI  |      have intoxicated me and I lost my reason.”~Then suddenly
13 VIII|  sentiment. She had, no doubt, lost her lover. On entering the
14 VIII|    once sad and sweet. She had lost her son, her big boy, but
15 IX  |       over him, like that of a lost dog. It was no longer a
16 IX  |     and revengeful anguish had lost its edge, like a blunted