Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |          No longer in her first youth, but still beautiful, not
 2    I,  II | foundation to this glory of his youth, and after a rich, a very
 3    I,  III|          the undecided grace of youth, really assumed its definite
 4    I,  III|       throat since her mother’s youth. Certain intonations made
 5   II,  I  |         returns to me rosy with youth, in spite of~her sadness,
 6   II,  II |         radiant beauty of first youth.~She had even believed that
 7   II,  II |      new expression of luminous youth in her black attire, while
 8   II,  II |       sight of her resuscitated youth.~Annette went away again
 9   II,  III|         She had loved, from her youth, almost from her infancy,
10   II,  IV |        life, by that essence of youth that glowed in her; and
11   II,  IV |     that transforms the soul of youth into the incoherent canvas
12   II,  IV |        upon Musset, the poet of youth. He took the volume and
13   II,  IV |     most successful days of his youth, one of those instinctive
14   II,  IV |         homage to this blooming youth, to the powerful charm of
15   II,  V  |       they were. An intimacy of youth sprang up between them,
16   II,  V  |         slept with the sleep of youth.~He, on the other hand,
17   II,  VI |       in a doublet, that pretty youth with his roulades, who showed
18   II,  VI |      treasure that embraces all—Youth!”~He murmured it between