Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  III| supported an ivy; a tombstone bore an inscription. The stone
 2    I,  III| painter to Annette, “would it bore you very much to pose for
 3    I,  III| desire to thrust outside this bore, who, now put on his mettle,
 4    I,  III|       jealous to find a man a bore.”~He had taken his accustomed
 5   II,  I  | dimly-lighted~carriage, which bore you toward your dead. I
 6   II,  I  |   Landa, and many~others, who bore and weary me as much as
 7   II,  III|     modify my opinion of that bore, whom I might meet occasionally
 8   II,  IV |    they thought the country a bore. As Rocdiane would say: “
 9   II,  IV |    foot of a bronze mast that bore the dazzling globe. Other
10   II,  IV |   drive her from his mind; he bore within himself a sort of
11   II,  IV |  paint or to walk, whether he bore his melancholy mood with