Part,  Chapter

1    I,  I |   life itself that made him bitter. Now that he was able to
2   II,  I |  when you are~shedding such bitter tears. Pardon me! I am so
3   II,  II| life, softly stirring those bitter and poetic ideas of a tender
4   II,  IV|     he still felt a sort of bitter discontent with himself
5   II,  V |  toward her suddenly became bitter, arousing in his heart that
6   II,  VI|      Olivier felt angry and bitter. He did not understand how
7   II,  VI|     eyes, where she found a bitter tear.~She started, as if