Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |   artist’s dwelling, where the human soul has toiled. Within
 2    I,  II |     the name of thought and of human activity.~Then Bertin attempted
 3    I,  III|  contact, for familiarity, for human intercourse, which dwells
 4    I,  III|        dwells dormant in every human heart, and which every old
 5   II,  I  |        no longer find in every~human being the character and
 6   II,  II |      close of day the calls of human voices were heard, in phrases
 7   II,  II |        way back they talked of human life, softly stirring those
 8   II,  IV |     unappeasable vibrations of human nerves. His eye of the artist,
 9   II,  IV |       single person of all the human qualities that may separately
10   II,  IV |      impenetrable depths where human feelings germinate before
11   II,  V  | decorated circular room, where human flesh was heated, where
12   II,  V  |   caused the two old models of human vigor to smile disdainfully.~
13   II,  VI |         down in the furnace of human suffering, where the heart
14   II,  VI |    perpetual representation of human types which never resembled
15   II,  VI |        forth all the poetry of human tenderness.~When Faust sang:~“
16   II,  VI |     which love may overwhelm a human being; and this revelation,
17   II,  VI |        for whom the masters of human art work until death. He
18   II,  VI |    seen the assassination of a human being; then she suddenly