Chap.

 1        1|          for six months. Oh, such music, my dear boy! Such a sly
 2        1|        was already warm. At their music stands the orchestra were
 3        1|        the pavement side. And the music seemed made for her plebeian
 4        1|     plebeian voice—shrill, piping music, with reminiscences of Saint–
 5        2|        sustained accompaniment to music and gently soothed her lassitude.~
 6        3|          years. That child adores music. As to me, I wasn’t in the
 7        3|          stage nowadays. Besides, music delights me very little,
 8        3|              What! You don’t love music, madame?” cried Mme du Joncquoy,
 9        3|          be people who don’t love music?”~The exclamation of surprise
10        3| retirement to the faint, discreet music of a little chapel.~“Now
11        3|         her voice, “that Wagner’s music was hissed last Sunday?”~“
12        3|      sentimental dissertations on music served to conceal the small,
13        3|           their finger tips. From music the talk had declined to
14        3|         had sat down beside an ex–music–hall singer, the count only
15        4|       When as first fiddle in the music hall where she used to sing
16        4|      passed on to a discussion on music, after which, Foucarmont
17        5|           passage came a burst of music and a far–off murmur of
18        5|        wings, but fortunately the music covered the noise made by
19       11|          by storm, and chairs and music stands were smashed. A paternal
20       12|           in rhythmic time to the music of the quadrille, which
21       12|          the vagabond lilt of the music.~On the evening after the
22       13|      smitten with a baritone in a music hall and having been thrown
23       13|         the intoxication of organ music and incense. Woman swayed