Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |     the cloistered life of the city.~For three years she had
 2    I,  I  |       blue sky, threw over the city a pale, depressing, unreal
 3    I,  III|  kummel in his hand, “The only city where a man never grows
 4    I,  III|     and artificial place where city people go to look at flowers
 5    I,  III|   returning from dining in the city.~Bertin sat down again,
 6    I,  IV |  invitations to dinners in the city, she did not go to balls,
 7   II,  I  |    following~you. And then the city becomes charming to me,
 8   II,  I  |      path imprisoned in a dead city. All the houses smell~empty.
 9   II,  I  |     the fatigue of the roasted city, slumbering and perspiring
10   II,  I  |       they return, to whom the city, after every absence, seems
11   II,  I  |   summer evening hung over the city and over the great avenue
12   II,  II |      many emotions through the city streets and the country
13   II,  II | untamed. First, a child of the city, then a woman, never having
14   II,  III|       with joy the look of the city, whose details all true
15   II,  IV |    grass, animating this great city garden with a pale life.~