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1 I, I | ceiling with every puff that Olivier Bertin, lying upon his divan,
2 I, I | the old lady.~Formerly, Olivier Bertin had passed six weeks
3 I, I | Guilleroy had told only Olivier Bertin of it, in strict
4 I, I | that little feminine paw.~Olivier Bertin handled it tenderly
5 I, I | he would have chosen M. Olivier Bertin, had he not feared
6 I, I | covered with picture-books.~Olivier Bertin, following his usual
7 I, I | toward the end of February. Olivier had come in early, as was
8 I, I | uncertain and hardly awakened. Olivier had believed that love began
9 I, I | of the little hotel, and Olivier Bertin suddenly found himself
10 I, I | As she laid her hand on Olivier’s bell, her breast throbbed
11 I, I | of the supplications of Olivier, who held a fold of her
12 I, I | appearances, to act, with Olivier Bertin himself, the hypocritical
13 I, I | for the first time.~With Olivier it was a crisis of acute
14 I, I | Guilleroy and the painter, Olivier Bertin. With him it was
15 I, I | awakening of a new desire in Olivier, by the look of triumph
16 I, II | evening, with Paul Adelmant, Olivier Bertin, and Amaury Maldant.~
17 I, II | waiting eighteen years; while Olivier Bertin proved by irrefutable
18 I, II | applauded. No one, except Olivier Bertin, knew of Annette
19 I, II | on the contrary, and also Olivier Bertin, they were similar
20 I, II | portrait of the Countess by Olivier Bertin seemed to inhabit,
21 I, II | rapture of admiration, and Olivier Bertin, accustomed to these
22 I, III| summoned by the sound of Olivier’s bell.~“What sort of weather
23 I, III| which she spoke the word “Olivier!” she expressed all her
24 I, III| young girl was seated beside Olivier, riding backward, and she
25 I, III| calling all women Sophie.”~Olivier Bertin, very reserved, was
26 I, III| his bow; the music began.~Olivier adored music as an opium-eater
27 I, III| given in the heart of Paris.~Olivier Bertin had come almost every
28 I, III| forlorn.~More than ever was Olivier now dreaming over past years.
29 I, III| Monsieur de Musadieu.”~Olivier Bertin felt a spasm of anger,
30 I, III| her work again. Presently Olivier said in a calmer voice: “
31 I, III| her fingers lightly over Olivier’s head. “Your last black
32 I, IV | until the end of the world.~Olivier, in the midst of a group
33 I, IV | looked around in search of Olivier Bertin.~He saw them and
34 I, IV | minutes, the Countess and Olivier found themselves separated
35 I, IV | great happiness. In view of Olivier’s silvery hair, and the
36 I, IV | almost exactly similar. Olivier, who usually took a lively
37 I, IV | continually comparing them, Olivier Bertin sometimes actually
38 II, I | eyes filled with tears.~“OLIVIER.”~“Roncieres, July 24.~“
39 II, I | you may have pity on me.~“OLIVIER.”~“Roncieres, July 30.~“
40 II, I | when you are far away.~“OLIVIER.”~“Roncieres, August 8th.~“
41 II, I | the still delayed return, Olivier was seized with an immoderate
42 II, I | she is a blooming flower.”~Olivier smiled with joy.~“Was she
43 II, I | been doing and saying; and Olivier, after indifferent replies
44 II, I | and he slyly questioned Olivier about all the well-known
45 II, I | highest terms, to which Olivier listened gravely with frequent
46 II, I | husband—you know——”~Delighted, Olivier replied: “I ask nothing
47 II, II | From whom? The thought of Olivier flashed through her mind.
48 II, II | said Annette.~“Monsieur Olivier Bertin is coming to see
49 II, II | suffering, affected only by Olivier’s love and concerned only
50 II, II | to Paris and to receive Olivier Bertin until she had become
51 II, II | the telegram announcing Olivier’s arrival.~A desire to flee
52 II, II | in broad daylight before Olivier, in the open fields, in
53 II, II | back seat of the carriage, Olivier waved his handkerchief as
54 II, II | ear: “I love thee!”~Then Olivier, without dropping the hands
55 II, II | time.~Then the Countess and Olivier entered the drawing-room.
56 II, II | good. It is over already.”~Olivier kissed her hand, and replied,
57 II, II | painter!”~She leaned on Olivier’s free arm, and they returned,
58 II, II | more melancholy, felt that Olivier preferred that game, that
59 II, II | rise before her mother.~Olivier Bertin looked at them, thinking
60 II, II | flowers beside the road.~But Olivier, desiring to keep her near
61 II, II | more flowers. This time Olivier did not call her back; it
62 II, II | don’t speak of that yet!” Olivier exclaimed. “You would not
63 II, II | noise made her look down. Olivier was pacing before the castle. “
64 II, II | down stairs, Annette and Olivier, who had been told of her
65 II, III| Countess looked around to find Olivier, to resume with him the
66 II, III| under the eyes of her friend Olivier.~But the shock had been
67 II, III| especially when she suspected Olivier of infidelity to her. At
68 II, III| daughter to the studio, where Olivier must already be expecting
69 II, III| as the two ladies entered Olivier said, rubbing his hands:~“
70 II, III| an armchair, and watched Olivier as he placed an iron garden-chair
71 II, III| before her. Approaching her, Olivier saw in her eyes two bright
72 II, III| his hands and stammered:~“Olivier! Olivier, I beg you not
73 II, III| and stammered:~“Olivier! Olivier, I beg you not to make her
74 II, III| mother is indisposed,” said Olivier. “She became very ill when
75 II, III| confess I have not.”~“Come, Olivier, search your own heart well.”~“
76 II, III| frightfully pale, she murmured:~“Olivier, I know very well all that
77 II, III| once. Be quite sincere, Olivier.”~He reflected a few moments;
78 II, IV | POISON~With slow steps, Olivier returned to his own house,
79 II, IV | unappeasable call of obsession.~But Olivier was looking at Annette,
80 II, IV | outer drawing-room, and Olivier, disturbed as if some one
81 II, IV | like a drop of dew.~Then Olivier, intoxicated with the joy
82 II, IV | jaws and his twisted tail.~Olivier, radiant, now arose.~“I
83 II, IV | Suddenly the thought of Olivier flashed across her mind,
84 II, V | daughter. Could it be that Olivier, seeing them together almost
85 II, V | employed so long to hold Olivier now took with her a new
86 II, V | in the evening.~That was Olivier’s time. He dined regularly
87 II, V | de Farandal admired her, Olivier Bertin loved! She believed
88 II, V | stranger?~A stranger! He, Olivier? He spoke to her, as always,
89 II, V | the door was opened before Olivier Bertin.~He paused at the
90 II, V | No, thanks,” replied Olivier drily. “Your Chamber does
91 II, V | come without warning.”~“Olivier, what is the matter with
92 II, V | his sleeve, she implored:~“Olivier! Confess, confess! I would
93 II, V | she sat down beside him.~“Olivier, my friend, my only friend,
94 II, V | certain face on a man’s heart!~Olivier Bertin began to pace his
95 II, V | feeling of satisfaction to Olivier’s sad heart.~He undressed
96 II, V | in that place, gave to Olivier’s heart a frightful shock
97 II, V | for five years.~Suddenly Olivier had an idea, which seemed
98 II, V | As soon as she had gone, Olivier asked: “Will they travel?”~“
99 II, V | carved in oak, a gift from Olivier, a rare work he had discovered;
100 II, VI | joy and expectation.~And Olivier, who saw all, and knew all,
101 II, VI | sound to which we listen.~Olivier took a seat at the back
102 II, VI | lamenting over his waning life.~Olivier thought: “What a farce!
103 II, VI | sprang up from the earth.~Olivier, who never had heard him
104 II, VI | were pleased with him. But Olivier felt some disappointment,
105 II, VI | anyone resist that voice!”~Olivier felt angry and bitter. He
106 II, VI | love filled every heart.~Olivier remembered that he had murmured
107 II, VI | the bottom of his heart.~Olivier suffered thus in the presence
108 II, VI | entered the same landau, and Olivier Bertin remained alone with
109 II, VI | itself on this new idea.~Olivier endeavored to continue the
110 II, VI | had just endured, filled Olivier’s soul with horror. He had
111 II, VI | Nothing could keep him, and Olivier Bertin found himself again
112 II, VI | tea-tray and the newspapers.~Olivier took up the Figaro and opened
113 II, VI | The old-fashioned art of Olivier Bertin.”~He had always been
114 II, VI | The old-fashioned art of Olivier Bertin.”~Never had such
115 II, VI | entered. As soon as she saw Olivier’s convulsed and livid face,
116 II, VI | moved by his grief:~“My poor Olivier, how you suffer!”~He leaned
117 II, VI | laid her lips on one of Olivier’s eyes, where she found
118 II, VI | I entreat you—”~“No, Olivier, it is impossible. And,
119 II, VI | who can have sent them?”~“Olivier Bertin, no doubt,” replied
120 II, VI | disagreeable article about Olivier! But I have not read it.
121 II, VI | pursued by anxiety as to what Olivier might be doing. Where was
122 II, VI | the~eminent artist, M. Olivier Bertin, has been run over
123 II, VI | both hands gently on one of Olivier’s, which lay along his body,
124 II, VI | deeply grieved, for he loved Olivier very much.~“But where did
125 II, VI | evening!” Then, leaning toward Olivier, he asked: “Did the accident
126 II, VI | remorse for not keeping Olivier near her, for driving him
127 II, VI | her eyes always fixed on Olivier.~Her husband and the doctor
128 II, VI | murmured: “Oh, my dear, dear Olivier, to think that I let you
129 II, VI | hard it is to die!”~“Hush, Olivier, I implore you!”~He continued,
130 II, VI | or very wicked. . . .”~“Olivier, I entreat you . . . if
131 II, VI | Burn them! Burn them, Any!” Olivier repeated.~With the same
132 II, VI | repeated: “Do you suffer? Olivier! Answer me! Shall I call?
133 II, VI | convulsed with awful grimaces.~“Olivier! My God! Olivier!” she cried. “
134 II, VI | grimaces.~“Olivier! My God! Olivier!” she cried. “What is the
135 II, VI | tried to draw her hand from Olivier’s, he pressed it, uttering
136 II, VI | thought she could feel that Olivier’s fingers were growing cold
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