Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |          s studio, a wave of joy, warm and penetrating, overflowed
 2    I,  III|            Very fine, Monsieur.”~“Warm?”~“Yes, Monsieur.”~“White
 3    I,  III|     rocked in that landau, in the warm air of springtime.~As he
 4    I,  III| undulating grass.~The weather was warm, the turtle-doves were cooing
 5    I,  III|            sweet or unsavory, the warm odors of summer evenings,
 6    I,  III|           very ugly.”~“It is very warm.”~“Possibly, but it is very
 7    I,  III|     fingers as he told her of the warm breath of tenderness that
 8    I,  IV |         doubtful, in spite of the warm congratulations he had received.~
 9    I,  IV |         desire to embrace you!”~A warm wave of emotion swept over
10   II,  I  |           For one thing, it is so warm in Paris that every~night
11   II,  II |          air, bearing the odor of warm grass and the distant sounds
12   II,  II |         river, for it will be too warm on the plain.”~“Yes, mamma,
13   II,  II |          into a dream. Breaths of warm air stirred the curtains
14   II,  II |    silence of that vast space, so warm and luminous, was full of
15   II,  II |        young, she could run, grow warm, become red, let her hair
16   II,  II |           sitting beside her that warm morning, and feeling her
17   II,  III|           this exclamation sent a warm wave of happiness through
18   II,  IV |        relaxed and soothed by the warm water, until his valet,
19   II,  V  |           of the drawing-room was warm with that first concentrated
20   II,  V  |           door open before him.~A warm, oppressive breath, which
21   II,  V  |          rising, the material and warm impression of the bed and