Part,  Chapter

1    I,  I  |    saw one of the portieres move; then appeared a woman’s
2    I,  I  |  moment.~Sometimes he would move far away from her, closing
3    I,  III|  slight a thing it takes to move a man’s heart, a man who
4   II,  III|   let it intoxicate you and move you. Then close the book,
5   II,  IV | charm of those poems, which move the senses but hardly touch
6   II,  VI |      not having strength to move, or to do anything. Then
7   II,  VI | into the fire.”~She did not move at all, but remained crouching,
8   II,  VI |     call, but she dared not move, lest she might disturb