Part, Chapter
1 I, I | it would cause him actual suffering. What should he do? Should
2 I, I | overwhelmed by the anticipation of suffering, her heart remained calm
3 I, I | lost woman.” No echo of suffering responded from her heart
4 I, I | would have his share of suffering, as a loyal and upright
5 I, III| suffer, which had given him suffering that day, even—the recollection
6 I, IV | every word that calmed his suffering and healed his aching heart.
7 II, I | It was like a block of suffering in my breast, growing larger
8 II, II | had passed almost without suffering, affected only by Olivier’
9 II, II | eighteen years, instead of suffering from this contrast, she
10 II, II | in her by these days of suffering. Her face, which she knew
11 II, III| like an impression of past suffering.~When she went down to dinner,
12 II, III| those successive phases of suffering and relief. So she sent
13 II, III| lounge, her face changed by suffering.~“Well,” said he, drily, “
14 II, IV | jeweler’s shop. He? Oh, what suffering! Could it be that he was
15 II, V | She concluded that he was suffering. She compared his entrances,
16 II, V | those smiles that reveal the suffering of a soul, and he said with
17 II, V | master his soul, to hide his suffering, to appear content, and
18 II, V | watching every stage of his suffering. She could ignore nothing,
19 II, V | become almost a physical suffering. This fixed idea had created
20 II, V | her heart shrank with such suffering that, with the sheet gripped
21 II, VI | in the furnace of human suffering, where the heart seems to
22 II, VI | the world.~He should go on suffering thus, more and more, without
23 II, VI | felt within him sources of suffering so numerous, diverse, and
24 II, VI | had reached the limit of suffering.~She hastened toward him,
25 II, VI | his face drawn by fearful suffering, and he no longer seemed
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