Chap.

  1        1|      untenanted. The house with its white and gold, relieved by soft
  2        1|           blonde and had now become white and yellow of tint, her
  3        1|             a plump brunette with a white skin and fine dark eyes.~“
  4        1|              Nana, in her goddess’s white tunic and with her light
  5        1|        while the young gentlemen in white gloves, fascinated in their
  6        1|         great evidence. Nana was so white and plump and looked so
  7        1|              raising an arm which a white glove covered to the elbow
  8        1|            and displaying the great white bosoms of their shirt fronts.~“
  9        1|            His face looked soft and white under a broad–brimmed hat,
 10        1|             two immense bouquets of white lilacs. There was applause;
 11        1|        Behind the countess, who was white and serious as usual, the
 12        2|             fell his fringe of thin white locks.~“My faith,” said
 13        3|        seeing them there with their white cravats and gloves, one
 14        3|        beneath its broad tresses of white hair, thought how foolish
 15        3|        which slightly disclosed her white teeth, and as the count
 16        3|        embers, her face appeared so white and so impassable that doubt
 17        3|            corner of her lip became white. It was Nana’s very mole,
 18        4|          her hair done up and stuck white roses in her chignon and
 19        4|             a very simple affair of white foulard, of so thin and
 20        4|     clothesbrush, for they were all white from their close contact
 21        4|           fine face and a beautiful white beard. The most astonishing
 22        4|         beginning to forget the old white–bearded gentleman when the
 23        4|            faces became haggard and white. It was unutterably slow,
 24        4|            for Nana was showing her white teeth. Once again Steiner
 25        4|              in the sudden gleam of white teeth, in the reflection
 26        4|            Labordette, he grew ashy white and fell down in a heap
 27        4|            of the house sitting up, white–lipped and rigid, while
 28        4|             few moments, and men in white gloves and official garb
 29        4|           him. Sitting there in her white foulard dress, which was
 30        4|         scenes, for things soft and white.~“Now guess what you’re
 31        4|            banker’s fiery face grew white with annoyance at the idea
 32        5|            for all that, and a long white beard lent that fiery tippler’
 33        5|          prolonged sniff at the big white beard, the gluey odor of
 34        5|            face were plastered with white paint, and she had a couple
 35        5|     storeroom sat four fashionable, white–gloved society men. They
 36        5|    exaggerated mirth, Fauchery grew white. His lips trembled, and
 37        5|        large dressing glass faced a white marble toilet table, which
 38        5|          table so very far that the white round contour of her drawers
 39        5|             left cheek looking very white amid a perfect cloud of
 40        5|           too–red mouth and the too–white face and the exaggerated
 41        5|    uncertain note, Nana stood forth white and vast, so that the boxes
 42        5|        again, and his face was very white. The stage had disappeared,
 43        5|             and numbered with great white numerals in such a way as
 44        5|           gleams, sudden visions of white skin and wan underlinen
 45        5|         begun, the grand removal of white paint and rouge, the reassumption
 46        5|          limbs, the lithe arms, the white shoulders, of Nana. And
 47        6|            said about Nana, but her white, virginal face had not betrayed
 48        6|             now, and she opened her white silk sunshade and ran down
 49        6|            torrents, and the little white silk sunshade was already
 50        6|            renewed childhood love’s white flower once more blossomed
 51        6|             bright with a galaxy of white, blue and pink costumes.~“
 52        6|          knees restrained him. Then white as a sheet and icy cold,
 53        7|            side. Under the windows, white with reflected light, the
 54        7|            brilliancy emanated from white globes, red lanterns, blue
 55        7|          possessed with the kind of white–hot fury which a woman experiences
 56        7|         black velvet, the second in white satin with bows, but directly
 57        7|        churning it between her snow–white thighs as milk is monthly
 58        7|          empty street was bathed in white light. He felt afraid, and
 59        7|             the Trinite Church. The white statues overlooking the
 60        8|       bedclothes afterward? Fontan, white with rage, had relit the
 61        8|             disheveled tresses were white with fluff. In the morning,
 62        8|    aristocratic shelter of the tall white houses were drawn up the
 63        8|          grew delicate and pink and white and so soft to the touch
 64        8|           her a fresh bruise on the white skin she screamed aloud.
 65        8|            legs; his face was ashen white, and he leaned heavily on
 66        8|    scurrying past shops and turning white whenever a man drew nigh,
 67        8|             when Nana bent over his white, scrofulous face, the memory
 68       10|             visiting cards and four white marble women, with bosoms
 69       10|    furniture was lacquered blue and white under designs in silver
 70       10|      everywhere lay such numbers of white bearskins that they hid
 71       10|             marble and glass with a white bath, silver jugs and basins
 72       10|              Georges grew extremely white and murmured:~“I suspected
 73       10|             face, which was already white with the effects of uncertainty
 74       10|               said the lad, growing white. He added nothing, and they
 75       10|            dress, Nana in a gown of white embroidered satin, while
 76       11|           Daumont, by four splendid white horses. This landau was
 77       11|            She sported the blue and white colors of the Vandeuvres
 78       11|            skirts. Then there was a white satin dress with white satin
 79       11|            a white satin dress with white satin sleeves and a sash
 80       11|           stuck a blue toque with a white feather jauntily upon her
 81       11|           looked waxen and dumb and white in the open air. Meanwhile
 82       11|             mountain of bouquets of white roses and blue myosotis
 83       11|          mauve, and her daughter in white by her side. Dear me, there’
 84       11|     checkered by the light coats of white horses. Beyond them other
 85       11|          canvas roofs which gleamed white in the sunshine. But a veritable
 86       11|              She looked dazzling in white satin striped with yellow
 87       11| overwhelming them all with her four white horses, her postilions and
 88       11|             were a few drops on the white satin of her dress, but
 89       11|            his blue jacket with its white sleeves looked as if it
 90       11|     Frangipane’s rear, the blue and white showed themselves. But Lusignan,
 91       11|            were holding his breath. White faces and trembling forms
 92       11|           lifted her thither, stood white and trembling and so deeply
 93       11|     splendor of her starry hair and white–and–sky–blue dress. Labordette,
 94       11|    Labordette appeared. He was very white.~“Well?” she asked in a
 95       11|          still wearing her blue–and–white racecourse costume, and
 96       12|             the furniture, with its white lacquer and silver incrustations,
 97       12|           the accident she had been white with rage, had shrugged
 98       12|        Villiers. Nana, looking very white on her pillow, was lying
 99       12|           countess. Sabine was in a white dress trimmed with marvelous
100       12|           she was still as cold and white as on those winter evenings
101       12|             set jewels flashing and white plumes quivering and lilacs
102       12|            bare shoulders glimmered white, while the orchestra played
103       12|          beneath its crown of scant white hair it wore an expression
104       12|             lusters gleaming on the white skin. Mme du Joncquoy declared
105       12|          arm. “You see that lady in white silk?”~Ever since his inheritance
106       12|            evening dress and wore a white cravat and gloves.~“Yes,
107       13|             in the darkness, on the white surface of a wide, outspread
108       13|           in the clasp of her lithe white fingers. A perfect heap
109       13|             on save a great red–and–white flannel bathing wrap and
110       13|           drawn back, displayed her white teeth. Soon, when everything
111       13|         rather risky, made her grow white with pleasure, and she pictured
112       13|         frightening her. He was all white, and his eyes were shut.
113       13|          face showed pale under her white hair. In the carriage, as
114       13|           reappearing on one of the white roses in the carpet pattern.
115       13|           ragingly abusive. She was white with fury.~“So you’ve not
116       13|             she amused him with her white skin and her fell of ruddy
117       13|          and the cocked hat and the white breeches and the full–bottomed
118       13|      Muffats. Finally there was the white corpse of Georges, over
119       14|           men in workmen’s caps and white blouses had come in sight,