Chap.

 1        1|        the manager, shrugging his shoulders. “The voice of a squirt!”~
 2        1|       public. Mignon shrugged his shoulders, reminding Steiner that
 3        1|           behind Blanche’s sturdy shoulders, while Fauchery, out of
 4        1|       flowing unfastened over her shoulders, came down to the footlights
 5        1|          a pretty movement of the shoulders. They talked for a short
 6        1|      other end of the saloon, her shoulders resting against the frame
 7        1|    enveloped her, but her rounded shoulders, her Amazonian bosom, her
 8        1|         their muscles; upon men’s shoulders appeared fugitive hairs,
 9        2|           had slipped down on her shoulders, and her hair, unfastened
10        2|        slight shiver agitated her shoulders, and she wrapped herself
11        2|          threw them back over her shoulders.~In the dressing room, where
12        2|       other drawing back his lean shoulders, over which fell his fringe
13        3|        they started back, rubbing shoulders in excited merriment. They
14        4|        arm between his neighbors’ shoulders. The waiters took away the
15        4|         the banker over Blanche’s shoulders to see if it was coming
16        4|         mother with a head on her shoulders, who, after having cursed
17        4|       intention of displaying her shoulders to the old distinguished–
18        4|         colored bodices, and bare shoulders, half turned toward the
19        4|           tranquilly shrugged his shoulders and as constantly replied:~“
20        4|         kittenish movement of her shoulders, with every little voluptuous
21        4|     kirsch, was seen to shrug her shoulders. A pleasant business for
22        4|        ways, kept shrugging their shoulders and asking themselves how
23        4|          throw a pelisse over her shoulders. In the drawing room there
24        5|          pelisse briskly over her shoulders and went out. Bosc, without
25        5|          the journalist’s slender shoulders with such force as almost
26        5|    friendly slaps on his back and shoulders, as though fairly carried
27        5|     attire but with furs over her shoulders, ran down the greasy steps
28        5|     flowed down upon his back and shoulders. High up above him there
29        5|      blushes crossed her neck and shoulders and smiles of embarrassment
30        5|          mirror, with her rounded shoulders and her bosom half hidden
31        5|           her gauze veil over her shoulders, was ready to go on the
32        5|           a rapid movement of the shoulders she had let her furs slip
33        5|          breath upon his neck and shoulders. As of old it was laden
34        5|    perspiring fellow with smoking shoulders was changing his linen there,
35        5|      curling low down between her shoulders. It was as though he had
36        5|         the lithe arms, the white shoulders, of Nana. And he felt that
37        6|         delays upon her husband’s shoulders. Twice on the eve of departure,
38        6|        hair falling almost to his shoulders, he looked just like a girl.~“
39        6|           fitted loosely over her shoulders added a touch of license
40        6|       once!”~Steiner shrugged his shoulders. Since the previous day
41        7|           winked behind his round shoulders and added in chaffing tones:~“
42        7|        married.”~She shrugged her shoulders with a pitying air. But
43        7|    creeping from his scalp to his shoulders. This article had been written
44        7|           raised her hands to his shoulders and began shaking him in
45        7|      muttered with a shrug of his shoulders.~Nana was certainly not
46        7|          in the very swing of his shoulders. He had followed the Rue
47        7|          woman with a head on her shoulders, she decided that Madame’
48        8|         she leaned lightly on her shoulders and in a smiling, coaxing
49        8|       unlucky enough to shrug her shoulders, and at that he grew furious.~“
50        8|         possible. He shrugged his shoulders behind Prulliere’s back—
51        8|          of the great cafes. With shoulders thrown back, shrill and
52        9|        nerves.”~Bosc shrugged his shoulders; he was above such storms.
53        9|     haughtily Mignon shrugged his shoulders, as became a man from whom
54        9|           him with a shrug of the shoulders.~“You’ll just go down, and
55        9|           despairing shrug of the shoulders; as to Mignon, he was busy
56       10|         golden hair over her bare shoulders, he threw his arms round
57       10|         traveled up as far as her shoulders.~“You still love your baby?”
58       10|        Thereupon she shrugged her shoulders. Where had he been all this
59       10|        and was kissing her on the shoulders in a perfect access of gratitude
60       11|           worn crosswise over the shoulders, the whole ornamented with
61       11|      which flowed down beyond her shoulders and resembled an enormous
62       11|           were buried up to their shoulders.~“Well then,” she was saying, “
63       11|        fitted close to his meager shoulders. His hair was in little
64       11|       Valerio II, he shrugged his shoulders, as who should say that
65       11|          enormous fellow with the shoulders of an ox and a high color.
66       11|         expression. Shrugging his shoulders, he said:~“Oh, leave them
67       11|           I tell you, he’s got no shoulders. A well–made shoulder—that’
68       11|        the winners shrugged their shoulders. After all, wasn’t the thing
69       11|       simply.~And he shrugged his shoulders. That Vandeuvres was a mere
70       12|         chemise slipping from her shoulders and her hair unpinned, she
71       12|       with rage, had shrugged her shoulders violently and had made ferocious
72       12|           satins, from which bare shoulders glimmered white, while the
73       12| Foucarmont made bold to shrug his shoulders. Could anyone ever tell
74       12|     figure towering over the bare shoulders which surrounded him. His
75       12|          a great display of their shoulders. A woman had a golden dagger
76       12|        finally as he shrugged his shoulders.~Then he shook hands with
77       13|    brittle.”~But she shrugged her shoulders. Did he think her as clumsy
78       13|           to him and clung to his shoulders with such gleeful energy
79       13|         only sit for the head and shoulders,” said Labordette.~She looked
80       13|       marry me?”~She shrugged her shoulders. It was too stupid; she
81       13|         dear Zizi by his legs and shoulders. The mother walked behind
82       13|           withdrew, shrugging her shoulders. So much the worse for Madame!
83       13|         Labordette and tapped his shoulders.~“Look here,” she said, “
84       14|      another body like hers! Such shoulders as she had, and such legs
85       14|   delicate epigrams, shrugged her shoulders and continued the conversation