Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I |     softest her feet ever had pressed. But Bertin became gloomy,
 2    I,  I |   little one in his arms; she pressed his hand and kissed the
 3    I,  IV|   long procession of visitors pressed through the doors, and,
 4    I,  IV|      anything better.”~Bertin pressed close to her, loving her
 5   II,  II|   eyes, leaned toward him and pressed against him, lifted her
 6   II,  II|       cheek to him, and as he pressed his lips upon it, she murmured
 7   II,  II|       the Countess’s hand and pressed it, often seeking her lips
 8   II,  II|   caught her by the elbow and pressed her arm, so that she could
 9   II,  II|   that of the young girl, and pressed it against him.~“Well, you
10   II,  V |     her hand to his mouth and pressed it there tight, stammering: “
11   II,  V |      on those tearful eyes he pressed his lips many times, repeating:~“
12   II,  V | should not end like this.”~He pressed her close to him, asking:~“
13   II,  VI|     and with all her strength pressed the electric button that
14   II,  VI|   contact of their hands. She pressed, with gentle movement, the
15   II,  VI|       hand from Olivier’s, he pressed it, uttering a deep sigh!