Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |     she would be compelled to drive him to despair after seeming
 2    I,  I  |      and said to the driver: “Drive slowly, and take me wherever
 3    I,  III|   that she was dressing for a drive in the Bois. He was a little
 4    I,  III|   They should have a separate drive for cabs—that of Vincennes,
 5    I,  IV |     the morning they began to drive, by way of all streets,
 6   II,  I  |   this endless massacre would~drive us mad.~“I am so crushed,
 7   II,  II |     tell you, it is enough to drive one mad, when one has known
 8   II,  II |     tell you, it is enough to drive one mad.”~He called: “Annette!
 9   II,  IV | tender reveries. He could not drive her from his mind; he bore
10   II,  IV | dangerous. To escape them, to drive them away, to deliver his
11   II,  V  |      recurring, impossible to drive away, he was seized with
12   II,  VI |       he should not fall.~The drive was short and silent. The
13   II,  VI |       torture me, unnerve me, drive me mad. Think—they may fall