Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  II |    things without ever having read any but the most indispensable
 2    I,  III|      pages, as if it had been read and re-read many times;
 3    I,  III|      grandmother, to whom she read aloud a long time every
 4   II,  II |      name of her husband, she read: “I telegraph to tell you
 5   II,  III|       What does your daughter read?”~“Dear me! anything you
 6   II,  IV |    clearly within himself, to read those intimate pages of
 7   II,  IV |     laid it. He opened it and read two pages of verse without
 8   II,  IV |     only to find that what he read had not really penetrated
 9   II,  IV |       but he guessed so well, read so clearly, the watchful
10   II,  IV |       thought he would try to read. How many times had a short
11   II,  IV |     and carried it to bed, to read whatever he might chance
12   II,  IV |    radiant with hopes, and he read the volume through in a
13   II,  V  |       of that comparison; she read it in his eyes, guessed
14   II,  V  |      under doubt, not able to read that closed heart, wherein
15   II,  V  |     find in them something to read for an hour or two.~“I will
16   II,  V  |       minute, and the news he read met his eye without reaching
17   II,  V  |    eyes.~When she sat down to read or write in the tapestried
18   II,  V  |     her work; but ere she had read two pages or written twenty
19   II,  VI |    the heart of Faust.~He had read the poem some time before,
20   II,  VI |  their doctrines. He began to read the article, then, with
21   II,  VI |       advance! Oh, if she had read it! She turned, and in a
22   II,  VI |      and he thought: “She has read it! They laugh at me, they
23   II,  VI | himself: “Perhaps she has not read it, after all. She is so
24   II,  VI |      will make her curious to read it.”~With a spontaneous,
25   II,  VI |       Olivier! But I have not read it. On what page?”~The Marquis
26   II,  VI |        Oh, exactly! I did not read it because it was about
27   II,  VI |      he presented to her. She read: “Very urgent—Monsieur le
28   II,  VI |       cannot imagine.”~“Well, read it, then!” said the Countess,
29   II,  VI |    cried.~“No, no!” said he; “read for yourself.”~She snatched
30   II,  VI |    the letter he held out and read:~“MONSIEUR: A great misfortune
31   II,  VI |     at each other, seeking to read each other’s inmost thoughts.~“
32   II,  VI |        Let them find them and read them—I don’t care!”~“I will