Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |          rank which prevents any real unity between artists and
 2    I,  I  |         as a sort of jest, of no real importance, she would say
 3    I,  II |      spasms of indignation, half real, half assumed, aroused at
 4    I,  II |    imitated well enough, but the real thing is never done. Go
 5    I,  III|      usually much worse than the real situation.~Bertin, who no
 6    I,  IV |         revealing to Annette his real banality, veiled by a mask
 7    I,  IV |        to drink nothing, and the real slimness of her figure gave
 8   II,  II |      sort of mad abandon, partly real, partly feigned, a hunting
 9   II,  II |        distress of soul, whether real or unreasonable, she clung
10   II,  II |         and in a voice warmed by real emotion, exclaimed: “Ah,
11   II,  IV |         fleeting ardors, but not real love. That this love may
12   II,  IV |          how odd it is.”~She had real talent, and a subtle comprehension
13   II,  VI | displeased him. This was not the real, irresistible, and sinister
14   II,  VI |        painters who, gifted with real ability as colorists, and
15   II,  VI |         again:~“I never have had real happiness except through