Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I |  slumber among the hangings and die in the portieres, hardly
 2    I,  I |      how to swim, yet wishes to die, ties his hands together
 3    I,  II|         last; “you will make me die of laughter.”~Bertin replied,
 4    I,  II|       polite world one does not die of laughter! One hardly
 5   II,  V |        absorbed image and would die of it!~How one suffers sometimes
 6   II,  V |        course, just as she must die. But why so soon? Some women
 7   II,  VI| lamentations, and the desire to die surged up within him, the
 8   II,  VI|     said she; “remember, he may die!”~The Count, dazed, followed
 9   II,  VI|         at first.”~“He will not die?” she exclaimed.~“No. At
10   II,  VI|    would be serious.”~“He might die of them?”~“Yes.”~“Very soon?”~“
11   II,  VI|     only once! I cannot bear to die without seeing her again. . . .
12   II,  VI|           and how hard it is to die!”~“Hush, Olivier, I implore