Part,  Chapter

1    I,  I |      know exactly toward what ideal he had been aiming. He had
2    I,  I |  tenderly urged him toward an ideal of grace that was slightly
3    I,  I | appearance; that emanation of ideal beauty, that reflection
4    I,  I |    was not at all the type of ideal woman that his blind hope
5   II,  II|      less frequently into the ideal. The heart knows no more
6   II,  IV|      of tender and harmonious ideal. He turned to the left on
7   II,  VI|    became two beings from the ideal world, hardly two beings,