Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |       others. It is too late, my poor dear!”~The painter experienced
 2    I,  I  |        disposed to make, from my poor face, one of~your masterpieces.
 3    I,  I  |    fancied he could see in those poor blue eyes, that had always
 4    I,  III|     their walk.~He looked at the poor people sitting on benches,
 5    I,  III|     asked.~“Coverlets.”~“For the poor?”~“Yes, of course.”~“It
 6    I,  III|         the eye. If not for your poor, you really ought to make
 7    I,  III|     would slip the quilt for the poor, the needles, and the ball
 8    I,  III|    really unites two lives.”~“My poor friend!” she murmured, full
 9    I,  IV | lamplight their knitting for the poor, he had great difficulty
10   II,  I  |        ANY.”~“July 21, 12 M.~“MY POOR FRIEND: I should have gone,
11   II,  I  |      thought of your~heart, your poor heart—that poor heart, of
12   II,  I  |      heart, your poor heart—that poor heart, of which half belongs
13   II,  I  |         yesterday, and since her poor lifeless body has gone~out
14   II,  I  |          better.~I have lost the poor heart wherein the little
15   II,  I  |          and night I think of my poor mamma, nailed in~that box,
16   II,  I  |      ANNE.”~“Paris, July 25.~“MY POOR FRIEND: Your grief gives
17   II,  I  |     consider me very selfish, my poor friend, to speak to you~
18   II,  I  |         I do the things that all poor~painters have done; I have
19   II,  II |      emotion, exclaimed: “Ah, my poor Countess, let me embrace
20   II,  II |  inexorable God who has made all poor creatures on the earth,
21   II,  IV |         on her coverlets for the poor.~She said simply, on seeing
22   II,  V  |     things! What sad things! The poor woman!~From the depths of
23   II,  V  |          she be in a year if her poor ailing body continued to
24   II,  VI |          an impulse from all her poor soul, so agonized also,
25   II,  VI |      agonized also, and from her poor body, that was itself so
26   II,  VI |          moved by his grief:~“My poor Olivier, how you suffer!”~
27   II,  VI |     repeated several times:~“Ah, poor friend—poor friend—poor
28   II,  VI |          times:~“Ah, poor friend—poor friend—poor friend!”~Then
29   II,  VI |          poor friend—poor friend—poor friend!”~Then after a moment
30   II,  VI |    consoling tone, she said:~“My poor friend! In a few days she
31   II,  VI |           and stammered: “Oh, my poor friend!”~“It is nothing,”
32   II,  VI |       between his teeth: “Oh, my poor friend! my poor friend!
33   II,  VI |           Oh, my poor friend! my poor friend! What a frightful
34   II,  VI |         your fault. . . . Ah, my poor Any, how sad life is! . . .