Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |      little cloud of smoke that rose intermittently toward the
 2    I,  I  |         You are ridiculous!”~He rose, dazed, and murmured:~“What
 3    I,  III|     more they believe it.”~They rose from the table, their blood
 4    I,  III|        too,” said Landa.~Bertin rose.~“Well, I shall go home,”
 5    I,  III|         go home,” he said.~They rose, and resumed their walk.~
 6    I,  III|      alcohol lamp.~The Countess rose, prepared the hot beverage
 7    I,  IV |         black wave. The marbles rose from this mass of dark hats
 8   II,  II |        as the maid had gone she rose to go and look at her face
 9   II,  II |        wiped them away quickly, rose, paced about the room, looked
10   II,  II |          and her fervent prayer rose to Heaven, full of vague
11   II,  II |       of delight when she bent, rose again, or raised her arms
12   II,  II |      light. Then Annette’s face rose before her eyes—so fresh
13   II,  III|         dissipated.~Then Bertin rose, took Annette by the hand,
14   II,  III|         approach the hostess he rose and glided behind her armchair,
15   II,  IV |  studying a fantaisie.”~Annette rose to go to the piano. He followed
16   II,  IV | symphony by Mehul, the Countess rose, took her place, and awakened
17   II,  IV |        not yet grown sleepy. He rose to shut his window and to
18   II,  IV |        their walk at Roncieres, rose again in his memory as soon
19   II,  IV |     Quick and vivacious phrases rose to his lips, and he talked
20   II,  V  |         was always Annette that rose upon the canvas. The mother
21   II,  V  |         all these reminiscences rose like a vapor, but it was
22   II,  V  |       suffer until daylight.~He rose early, without knowing why,
23   II,  V  |       have been waiting for it, rose at its approach. They ran
24   II,  V  |         wild desire to kiss him rose to her lips. Hardly believing
25   II,  VI |   accents. But when the curtain rose he stood up again, and saw
26   II,  VI |    Annette’s blonde head, which rose in the square opening of
27   II,  VI |     second act, and the curtain rose on the Kermesse.~Helsson’
28   II,  VI |         child!~Then the curtain rose on the garden scene. Immediately
29   II,  VI |     rather ordinary; but now it rose to his lips like a last
30   II,  VI |      the need of being consoled rose within him, the need to
31   II,  VI |    which they had still to say, rose irresistibly to their lips.
32   II,  VI |         do not wish. . . .”~She rose, still hesitating, and repeating:~“