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1 I, I | Within these walls, where thought abides, struggles, and becomes
2 I, I | draw I would show you my thought: it should be very new,
3 I, I | he understood; he even thought the conception quite original;
4 I, I | jests in their society, he thought them all prudes, and himself
5 I, I | question?”~“I need a happy thought in those eyes, and I have
6 I, I | and docile, into which thought fell like a seed.~The portrait
7 I, I | flowed like a wave from his thought to his brush, he was overcome
8 I, I | to see, to understand. He thought her charming, but she was
9 I, I | did she thus occupy his thought, above all others, in a
10 I, I | gaze that saw nothing; she thought of nothing, as if she were
11 I, I | herself longer with that thought so full of danger.~She descended
12 I, I | As she looked at him she thought: “I have deceived him! He
13 I, I | come to pass, I should have thought instantly of the terrible
14 I, I | a long time, full of the thought that she was his mistress,
15 I, I | always in her mind the one thought which she could not escape,
16 I, I | escape, it must be that this thought had not become intolerable
17 I, I | reconciliation was going on, and thought that in the Countess’s eyes
18 I, I | lonely lot—she feared lest he thought of marriage.~On some days
19 I, II | things, with a suppleness of thought that put him at ease in
20 I, II | rumors of war, which Musadieu thought alarming, for evident reasons
21 I, II | protested in the name of thought and of human activity.~Then
22 I, II | it.~The Baron de Corbelle thought that it was his duty to
23 I, III| appearance, and although he thought that his face showed more
24 I, III| loved!~He was touched at the thought that she had chosen himself,
25 I, III| she divined it, and he thought he could feel her thanks
26 I, III| calling to mind what she knew, thought, or supposed of these people,
27 I, III| children. Why had he never thought of it before?~“You like
28 I, III| a modest girl who has no thought of pleasing, she had gone
29 I, III| the distant flight of her thought.~“Tell me, little one,”
30 I, III| and felt disturbed at the thought of their lives, their occupations,
31 I, III| activity of sensation.~He thought, as his glance took in a
32 I, III| the eye follows without a thought.~At the four corners of
33 I, III| in the lamplight, and the thought that had often made him
34 I, III| almost complete silence, and thought that it was a great mistake
35 I, III| the first time.~Musadieu thought it wise to prepare the way
36 I, IV | Arts, and Bertin, at the thought that this insipidly good-looking
37 I, IV | back to her own train of thought, the Countess continued:~“
38 I, IV | resumed, answering his secret thought: “Ah, if I could only have
39 I, IV | to be agreeable, who take thought as to what they wish to
40 II, I | wishes as~commands. I have thought of you with poignant grief
41 II, I | motionless face. And I thought of your~heart, your poor
42 II, I | without some~aim. The bare thought of walking straight before
43 II, II | About what? From whom? The thought of Olivier flashed through
44 II, II | leaves no room for any other thought. She remained from morning
45 II, II | she might know what they thought: “I feel better today. I
46 II, II | following days, whether she thought of her mother or of herself,
47 II, II | blood rushed to my head. I thought I should weep. I tell you,
48 II, II | painting, Madame. Ah, I thought that you had sent her alone
49 II, II | always, all, all, life, thought, body, all that one has,
50 II, II | distinguish them in his thought, and quieted desire with
51 II, II | leave him, attracted by the thought of the jewel she already
52 II, II | do it quickly.”~A dismal thought suddenly crossed her mind.~“
53 II, II | That same kind god,” he thought, “might well have changed
54 II, II | her. “I am exacting,” she thought. “I have no right to torment
55 II, II | going to his room?” she thought; “why did he not tell me
56 II, III| inquiries, another current of thought set in; the voices took
57 II, III| having undoubtedly met her thought and understood with the
58 II, III| character, would arouse more thought and emotion, would contain
59 II, IV | could not work at home? The thought of the streets tired him
60 II, IV | attack of bad temper? He thought: “I am becoming excessively
61 II, IV | insignificant a cause.”~Then he thought he would take a book. The
62 II, IV | autumn and winter, they thought the country a bore. As Rocdiane
63 II, IV | again this evening,” he thought. But he reassured himself
64 II, IV | the Schubert melody, the thought of Annette, the vision of
65 II, IV | agitation of the spirit, he thought he would try to read. How
66 II, IV | went out, rejoiced at the thought of the pleasure he was about
67 II, IV | Guess why I have come.”~She thought a few seconds.~“I don’t
68 II, IV | radiant freshness, and she thought: “I was as pretty as she,
69 II, IV | prettier.” Suddenly the thought of Olivier flashed across
70 II, IV | to-day, among the passers, thought of comparing them? Only
71 II, IV | them? Only one person had thought of it, perhaps, a little
72 II, V | longer rid herself of the thought that had seized her in coming
73 II, V | together almost every day, thought continually of the comparison
74 II, V | Every time he entered she thought of that comparison; she
75 II, V | she was tortured by this thought: “It is impossible that
76 II, V | would marry her! At this thought constantly recurring, impossible
77 II, V | more nervous, the longer he thought, he walked with long strides
78 II, V | of the Moorish Baths, the thought of the heat that would soon
79 II, V | this was an intermittent thought, returning whenever she
80 II, V | asleep, in the torpor of thought which brings about the revival
81 II, V | toilet-table, and with a tension of thought as ardent as in her prayer,
82 II, VI | his waning life.~Olivier thought: “What a farce! There is
83 II, VI | poem some time before, and thought it very beautiful without
84 II, VI | into the wings, his fixed thought now become absolute hatred,
85 II, VI | windows.~Until then he had thought it rather ordinary; but
86 II, VI | near him, without giving a thought to him, she had a revelation
87 II, VI | interpreter of another’s thought, such as no creator had
88 II, VI | remained silent, a prey to thought; then when the storm of
89 II, VI | he did. And he suddenly thought of the puerility of poets
90 II, VI | really. It is too late.”~The thought of staying there alone,
91 II, VI | again on the Figaro, and he thought: “She has read it! They
92 II, VI | the Duchess inquired. “I thought he looked rather bad last
93 II, VI | time had passed when she thought she heard the bell of her
94 II, VI | will be less serious than I thought at first.”~“He will not
95 II, VI | She had risen, full of the thought of their departure, impatient
96 II, VI | Say something to me!”~She thought she heard him murmur: “Bring
97 II, VI | filled her mind; and she thought she could feel that Olivier’
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