Chap.

  1        1|           with the square–shaped head of a strong man at a fair,
  2        1|         march past of skirts and head dresses, accentuated by
  3        1|         from its surroundings, a head with a delicate profile
  4        1|       Old first–nighters, hat on head, seemed familiar and quite
  5        1|      tall young man with a noble head of light hair and an irreproachable
  6        1|         an imbecile Jupiter with head crushed beneath the weight
  7        1|          a huge tin crown on his head. Phoebus appeared as the
  8        1|     bulging workman’s cap on his head, lovelocks glued to his
  9        1|      fishwife, a kerchief on her head and her bosom, covered with
 10        1|        wicker–work burlet on her head and a short muslin frock
 11        1|          the countess raised her head and with a certain reserve
 12        2|          was the dint of a human head among its flounces: it was
 13        2|       electric bell by her bed’s head.~“He’s gone then?” she asked
 14        2|          pillow, only tossed her head in reply. Her nightdress
 15        2|          Or. Mme Lerat shook her head. No, no, one never could
 16        2|         the go–by? Zoe shook her head; she knew a thing or two.
 17        2|       assenting movements of her head, making rapid reflections
 18        2|         and solid with his thick head of hair, the other drawing
 19        2|     seemed to be running her hot head against a wall.~“Monsieur
 20        2|          a siege! She craned her head into the drawing room and
 21        2|       her mirror and bending her head beneath the hairdresser’
 22        2|          sweetmeats, turning her head from time to time under
 23        2|          the maid was losing her head. After bringing every nook
 24        3|         dinner at three francs a head for little women in difficulties.
 25        4|      away and ducking her pretty head as some animal might that
 26        4|     possessed of a mother with a head on her shoulders, who, after
 27        4|         he stammered, losing his head. “Whatever you like—I don’
 28        4|     water bottle at Foucarmont’s head, and Count de Vandeuvres
 29        4|          them with shakes of the head and that temptress’s laughter
 30        4|     occurred when she turned her head. Close by her ear he kept
 31        4|          answered nor turned her head, and he repeated his question.~“
 32        4|      sleeping on two chairs, his head propped on the edge of the
 33        4|     slipped in slyly, buried his head in a pillow and, finally
 34        5|      with green velvet, with his head against the wall.~But Simonne
 35        5|       damsel had just craned her head in at the door and, seeing
 36        5|        great hurry, she lost her head a bit. A gas jet was flaring
 37        5|         or other tumbling on his head.~“Up with it! Up with it!”
 38        5| Bordenave whispered, putting his head in behind the curtain.~The
 39        5|    Marquis de Chouard wagged his head involuntarily. Muffat gazed
 40        5|       behind her. Trembling from head to foot and with a humming
 41        5|         her feet, the prompter’s head—an old man’s head with a
 42        5|     prompter’s head—an old man’s head with a humble, honest face—
 43        5|          ear while she shook her head in token of refusal. Fauchery
 44        6|        of a heavy feeling in his head and now seemed in for an
 45        6|         the idea had entered her head of being the first to get
 46        6|         destination. She put her head out of the carriage door
 47        6|        who continued shaking his head by way of saying no. Then
 48        6|            said Zoe, drawing her head in at once. “Madame will
 49        6|          what she said. With her head over the balustrade she
 50        6|       all!” replied Georges.~Her head swam.~“You knew I’d come
 51        6|      Nana’s waist and rested his head against her shoulder. The
 52        6|     begin snoring the moment her head touched the pillow. Louiset
 53        6|       the remark. She turned her head slowly, and their eyes met
 54        6|          But Maria Blond, at the head of the procession, was beginning
 55        6|         heavy heart and downcast head.~Fortunately for him his
 56        6|   profound opinions, nodding her head like a grocer’s wife who
 57        7|        flight.~Muffat lifted his head; his eyes stared fixedly;
 58        7|        she was throwing back her head so that he could see a foreshortened
 59        7|         thus. Then she threw her head and bosom back and, melting,
 60        7|          a lecture and shook her head at him. In the end, however,
 61        7|    really a stick?”~He bowed his head in the affirmative.~“And
 62        7|         point of crushing in her head in order to silence her.
 63        7|        ought to have crushed her head when he had it under his
 64        7|        face. His base, satyrlike head seemed to exude incontinence.
 65        7|         As became a woman with a head on her shoulders, she decided
 66        8|       listened to him with bowed head while he spoke to her with
 67        8|        Fontan. “She has a superb head of hair and such fire in
 68        8|        lying down again with her head on the pillow.~She lay half
 69        8|        waving her legs above her head and smoking cigarettes as
 70        8|       boiled fowl, lifted up her head and whispered:~“Oh yes!
 71        8|   outside world, Nana turned her head rapidly away. Much to her
 72        8|      saloon beyond, she kept her head down and seemed deeply occupied
 73        8|     there, while he sat with his head between his hands and laughed
 74        8|          would listen with bowed head.~“Then, too,” continued
 75        8|      which smart people sprawled head over heels into all the
 76        8|       the little people going it head over ears and a good lot
 77        8|      word “police” Nana lost her head. She jumped out of bed and
 78        9|      comforter was wound. On his head he wore an old hat, and
 79        9|        tell me you consent.”~Her head was bent, and she was scratching
 80        9|  successive offer Nana shook her head proudly. Then seeing that
 81        9|       for!”~He slowly lifted his head, and there was a gleam of
 82        9|          discussion but took his head between her small hands,
 83        9|       staggering downstairs. His head was swimming. What should
 84        9|        count remained with bowed head. He raised it with an effort
 85        9|        four men. Muffat hung his head; Fauchery answered her questioning
 86       10|         s time she knew him from head to foot—knew him as very
 87       10|         violently and filled his head with a confused, buzzing
 88       10|        He was thunderstruck; his head swam, for he heard a brisk
 89       10|        conducted Philippe to the head of the stairs, and there
 90       10|    whatever you like—yes, by the head of my child!”~But the letter
 91       10|        you find me!”~He hung his head, for the young woman’s vows
 92       10|     below the window, lifted her head and showed herself by the
 93       11|      bolt upright and turned her head away. Mignon, on the other
 94       11|      angle, across and across or head to head. Over such spaces
 95       11|     across and across or head to head. Over such spaces of turf
 96       11|         carriage Rose turned her head away in the most marked
 97       11|          field glass focused the head of the Prince of Scots in
 98       11|       group to group, while over head the stands rose tier above
 99       11|         able to tell what half a head is out of a fakement like
100       11|          her chest was deep; her head and neck tapered lightly
101       11|         nervous—gallops with his head up— it’s a bad sign. Jove!
102       11|          made the running at the head of the rest; Valerio II
103       11|         thus beating Spirit by a head.~There was an uproar as
104       12|       the bed. The count let his head fall back on the pillow
105       12|        pardon. But she shook her head. Doubtless she was doing
106       12|          the count.~“Do look! My head’ll be quite small, it will!”~
107       12|       keep slipping down, and my head’s too low.”~When he had
108       12|        his neck, was nursing his head close to hers on the edge
109       12|       lofty gravity: he held his head high, as became the official
110       13|       grand design for the bed’s head; Cupids dancing in a ring
111       13|        you will only sit for the head and shoulders,” said Labordette.~
112       13|         man.”~At these words his head spun, and he barred her
113       13|          With that Nana lost her head utterly and screamed with
114       13|         with that she lifted her head and scrutinized the room
115       13|     knowing what to do next. her head swimming after all she had
116       13|        At this he would hang his head and wait for those gentler
117       13|    actually throw the men at his head Count Muffat pretended not
118       14|     anguish and stupor set every head whirling.~“Here’s Mignon,”
119       14|          When the man lifted his head they recognized him; an
120       14|        was right.”~Lea shook her head with an air of superiority,