Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |    puff that Olivier Bertin, lying upon his divan, blew slowly
 2    I,  I  | there until the dinner hour, lying on a couch, benumbed, not
 3    I,  I  |    arose early, but remained lying on her couch all the morning,
 4    I,  II | Bismarck was not a false and lying diplomatist, but frank and
 5    I,  III|  arms and chests their wraps lying behind them; and the horses
 6    I,  III|     chair, with an open book lying on her knees, her eyes gazing
 7   II,  II |     whenever he saw the cows lying down. Irritated, but not
 8   II,  II |      and, touched to see her lying so pale amide the whiteness
 9   II,  III|      she found herself again lying on her bed, all the griefs
10   II,  IV | young face that seemed to be lying in wait for him. It was