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1 I, I | lady. Then, holding up her face, she added, “So much the
2 I, I | disposed to make, from my poor face, one of~your masterpieces.
3 I, I | however, by her smiling face, lighted up by her bright
4 I, I | and his dark and animated face. He preferred them, too;
5 I, I | slightest shadows of her face, to catch the most fleeting
6 I, I | that which is in a woman’s face beyond its more outward
7 I, I | watching every movement of her face, all the tints of her flesh,
8 I, I | a far-away look upon his face he begged her not to work
9 I, I | that moment; she hid her face in her hands, then she suddenly
10 I, I | her, looking her in the face meanwhile.~She arose early,
11 I, I | passes intangibly across a face.~Months rolled by, then
12 I, II | connoisseur.~“Look me in the face, my child,” she said. “Yes,
13 I, III| although he thought that his face showed more originality
14 I, III| when the expression of her face and eyes has become fully
15 I, III| indicating at what moment a face that was losing, little
16 I, III| her. Her usually smiling face had become grave, and she
17 I, III| with a perfectly serious face.~He threw her a sidelong
18 I, III| energetic, Don Quixote-like face the somewhat tarnished honor
19 I, III| details, and, with interested face, listening with her eyes
20 I, III| bored expression of her face and eyes, a chill as if
21 I, IV | adding: “The lines of her face are softer, yet more expressive;
22 I, IV | with his glances the fair face of the young girl.~When
23 I, IV | her from Annette; but her face showed the effect of this
24 I, IV | Countess began to make up her face with theatrical art, and,
25 II, I | on her thin, motionless face. And I thought of your~heart,
26 II, I | under the~rain, whose old face, which I used to kiss with
27 II, I | no~more this corpse-like face which frightens me, I will
28 II, II | her familiar words, her face in earlier days, the gowns
29 II, II | rose to go and look at her face in her large dressing-mirror.~
30 II, II | these days of suffering. Her face, which she knew so well,
31 II, II | in too strong a light—her face suddenly seemed to her that
32 II, II | of another woman, a new face that was distorted and irreparably
33 II, II | of the alterations in her face. With a light finger she
34 II, II | care one may change the face completely, since women,
35 II, II | saying: “Let us see that sad face.”~She felt ready to faint.~“
36 II, II | her hair massed around her face, the blood rushed to my
37 II, II | each illumined Annette’s face and seemed to powder her
38 II, II | its clear and brilliant face. Then when she darted away
39 II, II | so?”~“Oh, yes. Madame’s face looks more rested.”~Though
40 II, II | preoccupied glance at the face prepared so carefully for
41 II, II | in emeralds.”~Annette’s face lighted up with that affectionate
42 II, II | Madame is going to make a sad face for herself again to-morrow.”~
43 II, II | softened light. Then Annette’s face rose before her eyes—so
44 II, III| Boulevard, and the tradesman’s face so often seen behind his
45 II, III| purpose?”~“I am sketching the face of my Reverie, of which
46 II, III| the livid and convulsed face of Madame de Guilleroy.
47 II, III| found her on her lounge, her face changed by suffering.~“Well,”
48 II, III| you dare to throw in my face such a thing as that on
49 II, III| But seeing the Countess’s face changing more and more,
50 II, IV | Annette, the vision of her face bent beside the lamp, and
51 II, IV | together, forming only one face, a little confused, a face
52 II, IV | face, a little confused, a face that was no longer the mother’
53 II, IV | of the daughter, but the face of a woman loved madly,
54 II, IV | where he met a fair young face that seemed to be lying
55 II, IV | Roncieres.”~The young girl’s face was illumined with delight.~“
56 II, IV | distance, pass over her own face without stopping and suddenly
57 II, IV | suddenly settle upon the fair face beside her own. She guessed,
58 II, V | escape thus because another face has pleased him, transforming
59 II, V | same relighted by a new face; the same, stronger by all
60 II, V | in her place that other face which resembled hers so
61 II, V | in his mind the radiant face of Annette. He had loved
62 II, V | ever know why a woman’s face has suddenly the power of
63 II, V | incomprehensible power of a certain face on a man’s heart!~Olivier
64 II, V | and mysterious.~The first face the painter saw was that
65 II, V | expression of this man’s face with tortured and jealous
66 II, V | chiseled frame her whole face was inclosed, like a face
67 II, V | face was inclosed, like a face of days gone by, a portrait
68 II, VI | s beak, a little blonde face rending a heart!~Musadieu
69 II, VI | Olivier’s convulsed and livid face, she guessed that he had
70 II, VI | the reflection of her pale face and haggard eyes.~When her
71 II, VI | room she saw first a pale face on a white pillow. Some
72 II, VI | shadows; and in that pale face the Countess saw two eyes
73 II, VI | from the interior of his face, and his eyes were sunken
74 II, VI | to speak, and his whole face twitched with pain.~“I was
75 II, VI | without a quiver of her face, whereon the tears continued
76 II, VI | both sides of that dear face, she leaned over to look
77 II, VI | upon it. Then, with her face so close to his that she
78 II, VI | refresh him, for his drawn face twitched less than before.~“
79 II, VI | convulsion passed over his face; when it had passed he said:~“
80 II, VI | He supplicated her, his face drawn with pain.~Seeing
81 II, VI | friend leaning with a haggard face on the edge of the bed.~“
82 II, VI | He was panting now, his face drawn by fearful suffering,
83 II, VI | his body grew rigid, his face convulsed with awful grimaces.~“
84 II, VI | with terror, to look at his face. It was relaxed, impassive,
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