Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |        a cigarette between his lips.~With gaze lost in the distant
 2    I,  I  |      So much the worse!”~Their lips met.~He took her parasol
 3    I,  I  |  longing that never passed her lips— “He is in love with me!”
 4    I,  I  |      away her fingers from his lips, saying, with a slight frown:~“
 5    I,  I  |     kissed passionately on the lips, she wished to cry out,
 6    I,  I  |     fleeting moment when their lips had met, when their beings
 7    I,  I  |       before the portrait, his lips longing to press themselves
 8    I,  III|      with a fixed smile on her lips.~But Nanette exhibited no
 9    I,  III|        coming from these fresh lips?~“Go on talking,” he said.~“
10   II,  II |     him, and as he pressed his lips upon it, she murmured in
11   II,  II |  pressed it, often seeking her lips as they traversed the deeper
12   II,  II |        eyes less fatigued, her lips a little redder than on
13   II,  II |         carrying them from her lips to her temples with touches
14   II,  II |   motions, brought back to his lips the savor of former kisses
15   II,  IV |      our organs, our eyes, our lips, our hearts, our thoughts,
16   II,  IV |  vivacious phrases rose to his lips, and he talked as he knew
17   II,  V  |       off his ‘tu’ to me!”~His lips were curled in one of those
18   II,  V  |       to know it from your own lips.”~As he still resisted,
19   II,  V  |    tearful eyes he pressed his lips many times, repeating:~“
20   II,  V  |      his turn to close her sad lips with his fingers, saying:~“
21   II,  V  |   close, kissing her half-open lips, as he used to do; then
22   II,  V  |        to kiss him rose to her lips. Hardly believing her ears,
23   II,  V  |      had discovered; and, with lips closed, but imploring with
24   II,  VI |      names were heard from all lips: “Emma Helsson” and “Montrose.”
25   II,  VI |         but now it rose to his lips like a last cry of passion,
26   II,  VI |   words, which remained on his lips: “The old-fashioned art
27   II,  VI | turning a little, she laid her lips on one of Olivier’s eyes,
28   II,  VI |         then the corner of her lips. His eyes were dry now,
29   II,  VI |    both arms, and pressing his lips to her forehead, he seemed
30   II,  VI |       came from the Countess’s lips; then oppressed with a choking
31   II,  VI |     rose irresistibly to their lips. She felt that she must
32   II,  VI |    barely touched him with her lips, with that soft little breath
33   II,  VI |   which, in place of the weary lips, told of all the sadness