Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |         the dumb-bell, meanwhile looking intently at himself.~He
 2    I,  I  |      thinking?” she asked.~“I am looking for a subject to paint.”~“
 3    I,  I  |         that he must say to her, looking her in the face meanwhile.~
 4    I,  I  |       woman who suffers.~And he, looking at her, seized again with
 5    I,  III|          she was so engrossed in looking about her. Her usually smiling
 6    I,  III|        with blond curls, who was looking at her with his blue eyes
 7    I,  III|         felt, from her manner of looking at them, that she longed
 8    I,  III|       his studio deserted. Then, looking around him, he fancied he
 9    I,  III|    influence of her presence. In looking at her he felt his heart
10    I,  IV |     spoke, and he happened to be looking elsewhere, he was compelled
11   II,  I  |        street, amusing~myself by looking at people and things, and
12   II,  I  |           making a curious spot, looking almost like liquid, as if
13   II,  II |      else to say.~But he turned, looking behind her in search of
14   II,  II |        will not prevent you from looking at it.”~As on the preceding
15   II,  III|     finished her reading and was looking straight before her. Approaching
16   II,  IV |        to and fro in his studio, looking at the clock at every turn,
17   II,  IV |    remained motionless, his eyes looking straight before him, interested
18   II,  IV |       obsession.~But Olivier was looking at Annette, who had sat
19   II,  IV |          climbs up to the window looking into the street as soon
20   II,  V  |        go,” exclaimed the Count, looking at the clock. Turning to
21   II,  V  |       She seized his wrists, and looking deep into his eyes she murmured
22   II,  V  |        Countess remained silent, looking afar off, her thoughts preoccupied.~“
23   II,  V  | invincible and torturing need of looking at herself, and once more
24   II,  VI |     stood in the back of the box looking at them with eyes that betrayed
25   II,  VI |   Marquise d’Ebelin, was already looking through her lorgnette. “
26   II,  VI |          seated behind her, also looking at it. He felt old, lost,
27   II,  VI |       did it happen?” she asked, looking at him with fixed gaze.~
28   II,  VI |   twitched with pain.~“I was not looking about me—I was thinking