Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |      without being announced.”~He looked at her.~“Heavens, how beautiful
 2    I,  I  |      which the ink had dried. She looked at it all with curiosity,
 3    I,  I  |        and his eyes every instant looked at the clock, whose hands
 4    I,  I  |           jarring of the cab. She looked at the houses, the pedestrians,
 5    I,  I  |          these banalities. As she looked at him she thought: “I have
 6    I,  I  |            and again and again he looked out of the window into the
 7    I,  I  |      never will see me again.”~He looked at her, crushed by this
 8    I,  I  |       trembled, his troubled eyes looked without seeing; he felt
 9    I,  I  |         her, he remembered, as he looked at the women that passed
10    I,  II |       crossed one over the other, looked like two rolled ribbons,
11    I,  II |          the incredulous Countess looked at her daughter and murmured:~“
12    I,  II |          to grow thin.”~The Count looked at his wife with an expression
13    I,  III|       back. Bertin took it up and looked at his own reflection. For
14    I,  III|      reply, evaded his questions, looked at the ducks swimming after
15    I,  III|        and resumed their walk.~He looked at the poor people sitting
16    I,  III|       long hours of work, when he looked around him, dazed by the
17    I,  III|        had seated himself and now looked scornfully at the gray knitting-work
18    I,  III|          long, unwound thread, he looked at the time, relapsed into
19    I,  III|           Marquis de Rocdiane. He looked at the young girl, adding: “
20    I,  III|          Countess’s knees, and he looked up at her with a tenderness
21    I,  IV |       daughter’s arm, entered and looked around in search of Olivier
22    I,  IV |       heavy and sickening. No one looked at the pictures any more,
23    I,  IV |           pale, and felt that she looked older than usual, she had
24    I,  IV |         on days when she knew she looked well she triumphed again
25   II,  I  |        the Cafe des Ambassadeurs, looked down upon the still empty
26   II,  I  |         men do foolish things. He looked at two cocottes dining at
27   II,  II |           was holding a tea-tray, looked at her mistress, and, touched
28   II,  II |         well, which she had often looked at in so many different
29   II,  II |       rose, paced about the room, looked out into the park and gazed
30   II,  II |         eye with rice powder, and looked at the clock, trying to
31   II,  II |      hands he clasped in his own, looked at her, saying: “Let us
32   II,  II |       gold dust. Bertin, smiling, looked at her continually.~“Heavens,
33   II,  II |       into a well, the young girl looked like a spirit, and the painter
34   II,  II |           few long slender clouds looked like silver shells. Standing
35   II,  II |    weather is fine.”~The Countess looked at the clock.~“Oh, it is
36   II,  II |     shutters, brought the tea and looked at her mistress, who was
37   II,  II |            Though she had not yet looked at herself, the Countess
38   II,  II |    suddenly touched with sadness, looked on at the game.~Her daughter,
39   II,  II |        her mother.~Olivier Bertin looked at them, thinking that he
40   II,  II |        stirred by her running. He looked at her, enraptured, as one
41   II,  II |         eyelids swollen, her skin looked yellow; and she felt such
42   II,  III|         it. Without speaking, she looked at her daughter standing
43   II,  III|        the newcomer, the Countess looked around to find Olivier,
44   II,  III| dispossessed, dethroned. Everyone looked at Annette; no one had a
45   II,  III|     medicines.~He entered, bowed, looked at his patient, and said
46   II,  III|           not daring to speak; he looked at them, his own heart oppressed
47   II,  IV |          man stood singing—and he looked at it with unconquerable
48   II,  IV |          comprehended nothing.~He looked at her, without thinking,
49   II,  IV |       then lifted them carefully, looked through them at the light,
50   II,  V  |        voice suddenly changed.~He looked around at these people who
51   II,  V  |          again, seized his hands, looked at him, and said tenderly:~“
52   II,  V  |           their long intimacy. He looked at that narrow board coffin
53   II,  VI |          of his hopeless love. He looked at Annette’s delicate profile,
54   II,  VI |           from the tenor.~“Oh, he looked at us!” said Annette.~“What
55   II,  VI |        who had been leaning over, looked with a mingled feeling of
56   II,  VI |          art work until death. He looked at them, applauding, shouting,
57   II,  VI |     Guilleroys’ house the painter looked up. Lights seemed to be
58   II,  VI |           inquired. “I thought he looked rather bad last night.”~“
59   II,  VI |    exclamation of amazement, then looked at his wife with frightened
60   II,  VI |          moving his head.~She now looked at him closely, frightened
61   II,  VI |         slowly to roll down.~They looked at each other, both motionless,
62   II,  VI |           like that any more!”~He looked at her, leaning over him,
63   II,  VI |          herself so pale that she looked as if she were dying, too;
64   II,  VI |         think of you.”~Again they looked at each other, motionless,
65   II,  VI |       hope and all happiness. She looked at them, those little square
66   II,  VI |         something red flowing. It looked like drops of blood, and