Chap.

 1        1|         the luster, the churchlike sense of self–absorption which
 2        1|           lively verses a delicate sense of enjoyment made her tilt
 3        3|           and more indolent, and a sense of lassitude was lulling
 4        5|      dressing rooms. An increasing sense of languor had left Muffat
 5        6|            the season.~“There’s no sense in it,” she said. “I’ve
 6        6|         Never had she known such a sense of shame before. Little
 7        7|         for he still had a certain sense of modesty. The young woman,
 8        7|          the panes. An intolerable sense of fatigue weighed him down,
 9        7|          though swayed by a mutual sense of fraternity. Then they
10        8|           to the soft and pleasing sense of weariness which was sure
11        9|             Yes, folly! There’s no sense in it. And it’s so simple,
12        9|         your case. We all have our sense of honor, dear boy.”~“But
13        9|        getting rid of her in every sense of the word; it was a pretty
14       10|        vile women; he had no moral sense. True, he did not let them
15       10|         silent anguish, a profound sense of pain, which he had no
16       10|           he experienced an uneasy sense of shame when he saw him
17       10|          Jove, yes, Dad hadn’t any sense! And then what a smash there
18       10|         when they’ve got so little sense?”~Satin, blushing all over
19       10| encountered that she experienced a sense of delighted surprise. The
20       12|        time ago that the religious sense had reconquered him, and
21       12|            had left off weeping. A sense of shame restrained him
22       12|          voluptuous idleness and a sense of tense enjoyment not less
23       13|          had only left behind it a sense of secret delight at the
24       14|           along—a dizzy feeling, a sense of terror and all the pity