Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |    suspected, the judgments, a thousand times heard and repeated,
 2    I,  I  | Chanteuse des rues?”~“Yes. Ten thousand.”~“You did well. It was
 3    I,  I  | recover yourself in peace.”~“A thousand thanks!”~And on the theme
 4    I,  I  |       this resolution before a thousand reasons sprang up as quickly
 5    I,  III|        as his glance took in a thousand amusing things: “And I said
 6    I,  IV |  pretended varnishing of three thousand four hundred pictures.~A
 7    I,  IV |    shoulders, piercing it in a thousand places, and seeming almost
 8   II,  I  | questioned the painter about a thousand details of what people had
 9   II,  II |      grief, trying to recall a thousand things of the dead, her
10   II,  II |   continuous murmur of life, a thousand slight sounds, the harmony
11   II,  II |     current of air. You love a thousand things about me—my beauty,
12   II,  II |      little annoyances, in the thousand degrees of sentiment through
13   II,  VI |        emptied.~Musadieu had a thousand things in his mind, all
14   II,  VI |        unheard, of hearing the thousand intimate things, so sad,