Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  | renewal of his struggle. A vague, heavy odor of paint, turpentine,
 2    I,  I  |    against the bright sky, vague and fleeting in the hallucination
 3    I,  I  |    artistic fancy; and the vague fear, that had haunted him
 4    I,  I  |   no remorse now, only the vague consciousness of a fall;
 5    I,  III|   heart still swelled with vague desires which he could not
 6   II,  II |    it even to herself, the vague preoccupation of passing
 7   II,  II |    rose to Heaven, full of vague supplications. She offered
 8   II,  II |   she had asked of God, so vague and confused were her fears
 9   II,  IV |  in wait for him. It was a vague and inevitable obsession
10   II,  VI |   hardly spoken, lashed by vague and superstitious fears;