Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I | always been so merry, all the pain, all the remorse, all the
 2   II,  I |       grief gives me horrible pain, and life no~longer seems
 3   II,  II|    who never has caused you a pain, and who has put a little
 4   II,  II|  torments, my jealousies, the pain I feel when I realize that
 5   II,  IV|     contact of the cold air a pain, of which several seasons
 6   II,  V | unable to tolerate longer the pain of that reopened wound,
 7   II,  V |      herself enduring all the pain that she guessed at in him;
 8   II,  VI|       swelled with a spasm of pain, and he stammered:~“Yes—
 9   II,  VI|      whole face twitched with pain.~“I was not looking about
10   II,  VI|      her, his face drawn with pain.~Seeing him suffer thus,
11   II,  VI|     But he had moved, and his pain increased. He was panting
12   II,  VI|   hearts; they were spasms of pain which spoke only of the