Chap.

 1        1|     Faloise was recovering. He was afraid of being treated as a provincial
 2        1|          that’s all. It’s what I’m afraid of, if the truth be told.”~“
 3        4|     replied Clarisse. “He’s always afraid of not getting anywhere
 4        4|            it, you know, only he’s afraid of my wife. Won’t you protect
 5        4|          continued. “Zounds, I was afraid I should get bored, and
 6        4|          some animal might that is afraid of a beating, held him up
 7        4|        Lucy Stewart.~“No, don’t be afraid of that! Only she must mind
 8        5|     temples. For one moment, being afraid of fainting away under the
 9        6|            in hiding because I was afraid of being scolded, like in
10        6|        broken accents that she was afraid of dying. She would often
11        6|           out against this; he was afraid of being seen. If he were
12        6|         more nervous than they and afraid of some farcical ebullition
13        7|           adored. He was no longer afraid of Georges, whom his mother
14        7|          passage end, where he was afraid of being recognized. It
15        7| questioning Mme Bron; then he grew afraid lest Nana should get wind
16        7|         mention it to you as I was afraid of paining you.”~“Paining
17        7|          as became a man no longer afraid of being seen. His one care
18        7|            in white light. He felt afraid, and he burst into a great
19        8|             At first Nana had been afraid of meeting old friends who
20        8|            that evening she was so afraid of a scene that she affected
21        8|            used to refuse; she was afraid. Satin, however, swore she
22        8|            But Satin was even more afraid of being denounced, for
23        9|            Fontan whispered:~“He’s afraid of a fiasco. The piece strikes
24        9|           was thumping, and he was afraid lest he might behave childishly
25        9|              And as though he were afraid of seeing her take her departure,
26        9|         well, I understand; you’re afraid of making Rose angry. I
27        9|     looking like a marquise who is afraid of treading on an orange
28       10|         see him? He would think me afraid. Dear me, we’ll have a good
29       11|          of course! You know she’s afraid of him and that she passes
30       11|           at him. Doubtless he was afraid of seeing Fauchery again
31       12|            him as she did so.~“I’m afraid of dying! I’m afraid of
32       12|           I’m afraid of dying! I’m afraid of dying!” He had all the
33       12|             Indeed, he was himself afraid of giving in to the sudden
34       12|            embarrassed, for he was afraid of allusions. But the good
35       13|            not to copy them: I was afraid to. Look here, I’ll give