Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |   remained, in these his later years, a man who did not know
 2    I,  I  |   looks. But now the weight of years was making him heavy. Tall,
 3    I,  I  |      and who remain for twenty years triumphant and indestructible,
 4    I,  I  |       of painting.”~For twelve years the Countess had encouraged
 5    I,  I  |     have not seen her in three years.”~“Yes, that is true. Three
 6    I,  I  |       Yes, that is true. Three years!”~Though Annette, in her
 7    I,  I  |       Annette, in her earliest years, had been brought up in
 8    I,  I  |    life of the city.~For three years she had not visited Paris
 9    I,  I  |    year; but in the past three years rheumatism had sent him
10    I,  I  |    1864, he had lived for some years without success or renown;
11    I,  I  | merchant, who had died several years earlier, and of his ailing
12    I,  I  |  existence, which lasted seven years, did not weary her nor seem
13    I,  I  |         Months rolled by, then years, which hardly loosened the
14    I,  I  |   cooler and calmer affection.~Years passed, however, without
15    I,  II |      had been waiting eighteen years; while Olivier Bertin proved
16    I,  II |  enough to risk, in the latter years of his life, his achievements
17    I,  II |  blinding fashion for eighteen years; everything—his arguments,
18    I,  II |     patronized her.~For twenty years this friendship never had
19    I,  II |       she has changed in three years!” said the painter. “I should
20    I,  II |        now nearly twenty-eight years of age, was one of the most
21    I,  II |        schemes of the past ten years, and she had cherished the
22    I,  III|       own reflection. For some years he had been growing terribly
23    I,  III|       cried. “For the last six years half the men in Paris have
24    I,  III|     had served for five or six years as the theme for the admiration
25    I,  III|       in Paris for five or six years already, where all our moustaches
26    I,  III|      come almost every day for years to this favorite spot to
27    I,  III|  suddenly made him feel twenty years younger, filling his breast
28    I,  III| Olivier now dreaming over past years. It seemed to him that a
29    I,  III|   speaking thus to him, twelve years earlier.~Then when he had
30    I,  IV |       that for at least twelve years he had justly reproached
31   II,  I  |       I have heard for fifteen~years, and they play them all
32   II,  I  |     that the grief of eighteen years does not last long.”~After
33   II,  II |      freshness of her eighteen years, instead of suffering from
34   II,  II | herself rejuvenated by several years in a single night. Then
35   II,  III|       same place, after twelve years, an irresistible flood of
36   II,  III|    come to Roncieres for three years, in spite of my desire to
37   II,  IV |     that he had awakened after years of sleep. If he had loved
38   II,  IV |        his soul was but twenty years old, radiant with hopes,
39   II,  V  |       with her love for twelve years, of which she had believed
40   II,  V  |        who had been absent six years from Paris, had just won,
41   II,  V  |        heard in Paris for five years.~Suddenly Olivier had an
42   II,  V  |      the indelible mark of the years. At first this was an intermittent
43   II,  V  |     some notion of the passing years and of the changes they
44   II,  V  |      her keep for two or three years still the little charm she
45   II,  VI |      you have known for twelve years!”~Then, in his infinite
46   II,  VI |      traveled back through the years, through the whole history