Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |       of his struggle. A vague, heavy odor of paint, turpentine,
 2    I,  I  |       bent down and picked up a heavy dumb-bell that lay under
 3    I,  I  |         of years was making him heavy. Tall, with broad shoulders
 4    I,  I  |      off the black eyes beneath heavy gray eyebrows, while his
 5    I,  I  |         attached him to her was heavy, and she made new links
 6    I,  II |         discovery.~Tall, stout, heavy, red, with a loud voice,
 7    I,  III|       younger, the sight of his heavy cheeks and increasing wrinkles
 8    I,  III|     endless race. The cabs, the heavy landaus, the solemn eight-spring
 9    I,  III| gigantic horse-chestnuts, whose heavy verdure is lighted up by
10    I,  III|        were swiftly making from heavy wool, working at it with
11    I,  IV |      made an atmosphere at once heavy and sickening. No one looked
12   II,  I  |      amid new surroundings.~The heavy sky of a summer evening
13   II,  II |      them!”~Upon the lawn three heavy cows, gorged with grass
14   II,  II |      Startled by the bound, the heavy animal took fright, and
15   II,  II |     shadow of apartments, where heavy curtains, even at noontime,
16   II,  V  |     immense grief.~Seizing that heavy hair in both hands he raised
17   II,  VI |         approaching event.~That heavy monument called the National
18   II,  VI |       in her grasp. They seemed heavy to her, painful, living,