Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |        cigarette, he proceeded to turn over the sketches, drawings,
 2    I,  I  |          wedding-ring fell in its turn, he murmured smilingly:~“
 3    I,  I  |           his own affairs, in his turn; he enjoyed talking, while
 4    I,  I  |         he practised ruses in his turn; he assumed a tenderness
 5    I,  I  | tenderness from which nothing can turn them. Not only do they love
 6    I,  II |     opposite his wife, who in her turn had been out in her coupe,
 7    I,  II |        That daughter of hers will turn her head. I beg of you,
 8    I,  III|        rustle of her robe.~In his turn he murmured: “Oh, yes, what
 9    I,  III|           here, recognized in her turn, saluted and envied; and
10   II,  I  |           not far away—when in my~turn I too shall go, leaving
11   II,  I  |         you in the~first street I turn into. I can go anywhere
12   II,  I  |         grief would kill me in my turn.~“It was like a block of
13   II,  I  |           home, the Count, in his turn, admitted that marriage
14   II,  II |        the phaeton as it made the turn round the lawn, drawn by
15   II,  II |          his, he spoke to them in turn, moving his head first toward
16   II,  III|         her again, causing her to turn gently around before her
17   II,  III|       opinions, marveled in their turn with a little less exuberant
18   II,  III|      himself, accusing her in her turn of having suspected him
19   II,  IV |           only a strange hand can turn over by separating them.
20   II,  IV |     looking at the clock at every turn, watching the displacement
21   II,  IV |          then made an abrupt half turn, without motive, design,
22   II,  IV |         slight movement, merely a turn of the neck, for he could
23   II,  V  |          knew me.”~Now it was his turn to close her sad lips with
24   II,  VI |     before her, and if one cannot turn aside or absorb her interest
25   II,  VI |      white paper.~He had tried to turn his head on the pillow that