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1 I, I | portieres move; then appeared a woman’s head—only a head, peeping
2 I, I | was slightly affected.~A woman entered attired in a light
3 I, I | like a man that knows a woman’s toilet as the modiste
4 I, I | freshness which lends to a woman of forty an appearance of
5 I, I | sketch with the air of a woman that understands the technic
6 I, I | should paint! That is life—a woman’s foot at the edge of her
7 I, I | or more charming than a woman’s foot; and what mystery
8 I, I | Mortemain’s house, a young woman in deep mourning, who was
9 I, I | a long time this pretty woman, blond and black, made of
10 I, I | reproduce that which is in a woman’s face beyond its more outward
11 I, I | she slept quietly, as a woman who has accomplished her
12 I, I | strong, and famous, no woman, whatever she may pretend,
13 I, I | coquettish with added grace, as a woman always is toward a man who
14 I, I | diffuses itself around a woman in whose breast has awakened
15 I, I | drunk deep of the beauty of woman.~She felt that he was drawn
16 I, I | Heretofore, as soon as a woman attracted him he had desired
17 I, I | at all the type of ideal woman that his blind hope had
18 I, I | appear to him to be that woman.~But why did she thus occupy
19 I, I | to herself: “I am a lost woman!” For some time she remained
20 I, I | herself: “Yes, I am a lost woman.” No echo of suffering responded
21 I, I | am no longer a virtuous woman. A few seconds in my life—
22 I, I | most shameful one for a woman—and yet I feel no despair!
23 I, I | between them, between the woman he had so much desired and
24 I, I | then when the approaching woman had passed he sat down again,
25 I, I | yes, that was, indeed, woman! She, too, was like all
26 I, I | capricious teeth of a pretty woman.~He felt a desire to whistle,
27 I, I | and languid manner of a woman who suffers.~And he, looking
28 I, I | intolerable to her. When a woman hates the man who has conquered
29 I, I | his passing fancy for a woman he had met one day just
30 I, I | when he admired another woman, praised the charm of her
31 I, I | man to meet in society a woman whose physical charm would
32 I, II | folding-doors appeared a tall, large woman, who entered with an air
33 I, II | girl should have become a woman they would no longer resemble
34 I, III| the heart and mind of a woman: Musset, Manon Lescaut,
35 I, III| attachment.~“You are the best woman in the world,” he said,
36 I, III| preferred him still, this woman who had remained so pretty,
37 I, III| hierarchies, an indolent young woman, whose bright and striking
38 I, III| Pardon me!” he exclaimed; “a woman is really beautiful only
39 I, III| instinct hidden in this little woman.~As she appeared ready to
40 I, III| they passed before a young woman sitting in a chair, with
41 I, III| perfume. How many times a woman’s draperies had thrown to
42 I, III| pass by him the shadow of a woman whose presence was sweet.
43 I, III| and voice. Not having any woman in his home, and not being
44 I, III| rejuvenated voice of that woman! How slight a thing it takes
45 I, III| to be the husband of this woman, and not her lover! Once
46 I, III| Who told it to you? A woman, no doubt,” said Bertin.~“
47 I, III| that ability of a clever woman of the world to change by
48 I, III| those smiles with which a woman shows a man, in a single
49 I, IV | was fascinated by another woman, but she was terribly afraid
50 I, IV | for a fully-grown young woman, a trifle too old for her;
51 I, IV | flesh; in fact, the same woman continued, but rejuvenated,
52 II, I | myself to sketch a man or a woman who~does not resemble any
53 II, I | chestnut-trees, and when a woman passed, seeing her reserved
54 II, I | love and companionship of a woman installed in his home, the
55 II, II | heart of a beautiful worldly woman to whom are due all the
56 II, II | complacency of a pretty woman the agreeable events that
57 II, II | seemed to her that of another woman, a new face that was distorted
58 II, II | very truly before dinner, a woman who satisfies the needs
59 II, II | the needs of your heart, a woman who never has caused you
60 II, II | confusion. Was it not only one woman beside him, composed of
61 II, II | anxieties had penetrated her woman’s heart, had agitated, wounded,
62 II, II | promises and presents animate a woman’s countenance.~“The cornflower,”
63 II, II | child of the city, then a woman, never having imbibed the
64 II, III| to her life of an elegant woman.~This day, however, she
65 II, III| your first mourning as a woman—no, in your second, for
66 II, III| kingdom, the house of a pretty woman, where she will permit no
67 II, IV | captured. He had adored one woman! Another woman was born
68 II, IV | adored one woman! Another woman was born of her, almost
69 II, IV | court to no matter what woman? Does not one experience
70 II, IV | arm? Every possessor of a woman is a rival, a triumphant
71 II, IV | daughter, but the face of a woman loved madly, long ago, in
72 II, IV | burning with affection for a woman who was certainly young,
73 II, IV | almost sensuous pleasure in a woman’s heart.~Then they compared,
74 II, IV | the passing of a pretty woman leaves in a crowd of men,
75 II, V | desire to give which, as a woman, she never had been able
76 II, V | pictures, and had loved one woman. He recalled the evenings
77 II, V | triumph.~He had loved a woman, and that woman had loved
78 II, V | loved a woman, and that woman had loved him. Through her
79 II, V | What sad things! The poor woman!~From the depths of that
80 II, V | little! She was hardly a woman as yet; her heart and soul
81 II, V | does one ever know why a woman’s face has suddenly the
82 II, V | friends, which lend to a woman until noontime a sort of
83 II, V | passionate impulses of the young woman. Nothing had grown old but
84 II, VI | the eternal voice of the woman that yields; and together
85 II, VI | animated and moved, her little woman’s heart which as yet knew
86 II, VI | carelessly, for when one loves a woman one cannot tolerate without
87 II, VI | much as anyone can love a woman. As for her, I love her
88 II, VI | some inspiration, she, the woman, fruitful in resources!
89 II, VI | role of friend, her role of woman. Besides, this was her will,
90 II, VI | light, illuminating the woman standing and the man dying,
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