Chap.

  1        1|            Hector, whose long thin face assumed an expression of
  2        1|       shouted the manager, and his face grew purple. “Must a woman
  3        1|            in evidence and a round face framed in a setting of beard
  4        1|           long neck, a thin, drawn face, a heavy mouth, but withal
  5        1|           girl, whose good–looking face showed signs of growing
  6        1|          yellow of tint, her broad face, reddened with paint, looking
  7        1|            fever played over every face. Fauchery, whom his cousin
  8        1|     Caroline’s mother and the side face of a tall young man with
  9        1|         though she had neither the face nor the figure for the part,
 10        1|        very wide open and his fair face glowing very hotly at sight
 11        1|       square–cut, regular–featured face retained a certain gravity.~“
 12        1|          his tall, old figure. His face looked soft and white under
 13        1|          gray–gold hair a virginal face looked out at you with velvety
 14        1|            Mignon. The banker, his face blood–red, was suffering
 15        1|       exaggerated imitation of the face of an outraged husband who
 16        1|      pinched—at fat Steiner, whose face was purple to the verge
 17        1|      upright, with mouth agape and face mottled with red, while
 18        1|    dripping with perspiration, his face blazed, as though he were
 19        2|           Nana was sleeping on her face, hugging in her bare arms
 20        2|          plaits, had a long canine face, at once livid and full
 21        2|            sober expression on his face.~“Perhaps Madame has not
 22        2|            of her rejoicing Nana’s face, as she led the talk back
 23        2|            dish Nana made a little face, hesitated, sniffed and
 24        2|         and blue eyes and a girl’s face! So I told him to wait after
 25        2|            looking very red in the face. Her skirt, the string of
 26        2|          banker first. Nana made a face. Did that man Steiner think
 27        2|            wink at Nana, his whole face suddenly altering its expression
 28        3|         dark, delicate, plump side face, wherein a certain heaviness
 29        3|         looked at the count, whose face, with its fringe of whiskers
 30        3|            impression. I think his face is evil. But I am quite
 31        3|           Mme Hugon, that motherly face lit up with such a kindly
 32        3|           fire had flushed all her face, and she looked as if she
 33        3|      Muffat.~The last–named, whose face had worn its gray look all
 34        3|            of the room with pallid face and eyes blinking, as though
 35        3|        loomed immense on his shorn face, looked like a swollen pimple,
 36        3|           turning into embers, her face appeared so white and so
 37        3|            eyes and expressionless face. Vandeuvres felt him to
 38        3|         was no longer smiling; his face was cadaverous, his eyes
 39        4|            him nor recognizing his face, shook hands with him and
 40        4|         tall gentleman with a fine face and a beautiful white beard.
 41        4|         nine years old and had the face of a horse but was adorable
 42        4|             his lip hung down; his face was mottled. She had only
 43        4|          kept traversing his heavy face. There would always be time
 44        4|          moments past La Faloise’s face opposite had excited his
 45        4|        slaps of the fan across his face. For the matter of that,
 46        4|            time the banker’s fiery face grew white with annoyance
 47        5|           she was scrutinizing her face and rubbing her finger up
 48        5|          lent that fiery tippler’s face of his a truly venerable
 49        5|         baby costume, she held her face up to him with a caressing,
 50        5|            to catch him one on the face.”~Fontan had rushed forward,
 51        5|           a fish hag: her arms and face were plastered with white
 52        5|       heavy fathers,” he wiped his face with his pocket handkerchief
 53        5|            with her pure, virginal face, was scanning the gentlemen
 54        5|         was the haggard, empurpled face of the old actor who has
 55        5|            to make up her arms and face, of which she was now particularly
 56        5|            cream over her arms and face with the palm of her hand
 57        5|           of rouging. And with her face once more close to the mirror,
 58        5|            away his gaze from that face so merry with dimples and
 59        5|            left for our talk.”~Her face and arms were now finished,
 60        5|            mouth and the too–white face and the exaggerated eyes,
 61        5|            silent at this, and her face grew grave. Meanwhile the
 62        5|            smile lit up her yellow face. Presently she paced slowly
 63        5|         head with a humble, honest face—stood on the edge of the
 64        5|       stood upright again, and his face was very white. The stage
 65        5|            now it beat full in his face.~“Do come here,” shouted
 66        5|            blood had rushed to his face. In Nana’s dressing room,
 67        6|   something curious about her. Her face seemed changed, somehow,
 68        6|            but her white, virginal face had not betrayed a trace
 69        6|          effort.~And with that, in face of the lovely night, she
 70        6|         much did not fade from his face.~“What’s the matter with
 71        6|            hands. Muffat, with his face in shadow, stood silent
 72        6|         away again with disordered face and burning hands. One evening
 73        6|          despite his gentle, plump face and at this time of day
 74        6|       little but his small anxious face was visible. Next followed
 75        6|            sight of Georges’s pale face as he still sat rigid and
 76        6|           very tall, her venerable face reminding one of some old
 77        7|      inquiring looks at his silent face, which the gaslight rendered
 78        7|           kissed him all round his face and whiskers and vowed that
 79        7|           sat motionless, his side face sharply outlined against
 80        7|           a narrow divan with pale face and twitching hands. He
 81        7|         eyes, her parted lips, her face clothed with amorous laughter.
 82        7|           expression came over her face. It must be Zoe’s cat, a
 83        7|            a door as he buried his face in his wet hands. A noise
 84        7|          he found himself with his face pressed close against the
 85        7|          Saint–Marc, puffed in his face with the damp breath of
 86        7|         had left their mark on his face. Then he went on tramp once
 87        7|            he saw his little plump face and ruined teeth. Assuredly
 88        7|         early hour had changed the face of the streets. Soon, however,
 89        7|            unforeseen trouble, his face was flushed and distorted.~“
 90        7|           she threw it full in his face. As became a prudent Hebrew,
 91        7|          with a dull expression of face. Muffat and he exchanged
 92        7|    transform the lower half of his face. His base, satyrlike head
 93        7|           and his pale, bewildered face betrayed the prodigal returning
 94        8|       perfect ecstasy of love. Her face was as full of blushes as
 95        8|          sensual content; his goat face, with its quaint, monstrous
 96        8|       would throw her glass in his face!~Nevertheless, the evening
 97        8|           old hair dresser Francis face to face. His getup was as
 98        8|            dresser Francis face to face. His getup was as scrupulously
 99        8|        snoring. But she buried her face in the pillow and began
100        8|            brunette with a longish face and lips pursed up in a
101        8|           I’ve certainly seen that face somewhere. Where, I don’
102        8|            curly hair and insolent face who kept a whole tableful
103        8|           old image of Vice, whose face has been worn and polished
104        8|            his arm; he drew a long face.~“My heart’s own,” he began
105        8|  downstairs with quaking legs; his face was ashen white, and he
106        8|          Batignolles found herself face to face with Labordette.
107        8|  Batignolles found herself face to face with Labordette. At first
108        8|           loose about her, and her face glowed with tenderness and
109        8|      bedraggled plight and haggard face, she took note of the hour
110        8|         over his white, scrofulous face, the memory of all she had
111        9|          at last she lifted up her face. It had assumed a grave
112        9|              he stuttered, and his face seemed contracted in unspeakable
113        9|          her closely, pressing his face hard against her knees.
114        9|           savagely, he pressed his face against her knees as though
115        9|            he leaned back with his face in his hands. Nana began
116        9|            and coaxing, lifted her face to his and rubbed her cheek
117        9|          of kisses on hands and on face, she panted awhile. Good
118        9|            Cossard’s lap. His pale face was convulsed by outraged
119        9|         with a slight blush on his face.~“Egad, it’s quite possible!”
120        9|             Nana forgot herself in face of this brisk attack and
121       10|            overspreading the lad’s face, which was already white
122       10|       undress at any moment and in face of anybody without having
123       10|      griffon dog, used to lick her face and wake her, and then would
124       10|           once, for it brought her face to face with the emptiness
125       10|         for it brought her face to face with the emptiness and boredom
126       10|            to catch her one in the face! As a matter of fact Satin
127       10|        blue eyes and pure virginal face remained as calm as heretofore;
128       10|      traditions, the two women sat face to face, exchanging tender
129       10|          the two women sat face to face, exchanging tender glances,
130       10|          perfect bundle of them, a face looked out from under a
131       10|            kerchief—a blue, seamed face with a toothless, cavernous
132       11|            the child’s poor little face looked waxen and dumb and
133       11|         yourself, eh? What a grave face!”~The child never smiled.
134       11|          pale eyes to his mother’s face, for her loud exclamations
135       11|        with a decent expression of face but forgot what she wanted
136       11|        tall figure, with her noble face enshrined in its long curls,
137       11|           the breeze and her snowy face bathed in the sunshine.
138       11|         brougham. I recognized the face. The old boy will have brought
139       11|          with his long, hard, dead face seemed to breath flame.
140       12|           moments’ reflection. Her face was serious; she had been
141       12|       slowly over the bones of her face.~“You’re ugly when you’re
142       12|           however, they put a bold face on the matter. It had nothing
143       12|         out sobbing and buried his face in the bedclothes to smother
144       12| overshadowed her smiling, motherly face.~“Never mind,” Mme Chantereau
145       12|          which surrounded him. His face was pale and very stern,
146       12|       confusion of heads a woman’s face with shining eyes and parted
147       13|      suffering would pass over his face. But one look from Nana’
148       13|       lunch time she found herself face to face with him. Taking
149       13|          she found herself face to face with him. Taking the bill,
150       13|         you! No, never!”~The lad’s face brightened. Perhaps he had
151       13|           slamming the door in his face.~“Nana, will you marry me?”~
152       13|          she was in black, and her face showed pale under her white
153       13|         gazed fixedly at her boy’s face and listened with her hand
154       13|         and looked him full in the face.~“We’ve had enough of this,
155       13|           as well have spat in his face too: he would still have
156       13|              Then I shall slap his face in the open street.”~For
157       13|           that she would smack his face, and that she did the very
158       13|             He drenched M. Venot’s face with tears; he kissed him,
159       13|     athwart a divan and buried her face in a cushion. The miseries
160       14|         over it, with holes in her face! It’ll suit us to a tee!”~
161       14|         Hotel a man sat hiding his face in a handkerchief. On arriving
162       14|         his handkerchief up to his face. Every half–hour he comes
163       14|            was getting to know his face at last, did not give him
164       14|        gone back to the bench, his face still buried in his handkerchief.
165       14|             She felt stupid in the face of this sudden death, and
166       14|          blotch which might be the face. Lucy added:~“I never saw
167       14|           He was still burying his face in his handkerchief. A carriage
168       14|        against the window, and her face was very pale.~“Good God!
169       14|        while washing her hands and face continued:~“I don’t know!
170       14|         illumined the dead woman’s face. The women were horror–struck.
171       14|           left alone with upturned face in the light cast by the
172       14|           invaded the whole of the face, so that each touched its
173       14|           but now remounted to her face and turned it to corruption.~