Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |       she would find the studio empty.~He would go out, but when?
 2    I,  I  |        her virgin heart and her empty soul, the flesh overcome
 3    I,  III|      hour.~As the bottle became empty, all these gray-beards,
 4    I,  III|      while below, among rows of empty seats, a dozen others were
 5    I,  III|     realized that his house was empty and his studio deserted.
 6    I,  IV |        the chill silence of his empty rooms. Not being always
 7   II,  I  |        return home. Paris seems empty, frightful, alarming. I
 8   II,  I  |     mind, eye, and hand are all empty. I am no~longer a painter!
 9   II,  I  |      city. All the houses smell~empty. On the street the sprinklers
10   II,  I  | bachelor like me,~liberty is an empty thing, empty everywhere;
11   II,  I  |      liberty is an empty thing, empty everywhere; it is the path
12   II,  I  |      looked down upon the still empty benches and chairs of the
13   II,  V  |        His life? How short, how empty it seemed to him, yet full.
14   II,  VI |        anything. He should pass empty days, one after another,
15   II,  VI |         s lodge was lighted but empty.~At the top of the stairs
16   II,  VI |         was full and the drawer empty, she remained standing,