Chap.

 1        1|       sudden, “one’s hair turns gray here. I—I’m going out. Perhaps
 2        1|       which was already growing gray.~“Well,” said Bordenave
 3        1|  natural curls of her beautiful gray–gold hair a virginal face
 4        1|     turned down; long strips of gray canvas slipped from the
 5        2|        of big blue flowers on a gray ground. But in the soft
 6        3|         whose face had worn its gray look all the evening, seemed
 7        3|        his wont, over his scant gray hair, of which a few locks
 8        6|      the vast plain beneath the gray sky where great clouds were
 9        6|        now covered by masses of gray vapor, and a fierce wind
10        6| pronounced than of old, and her gray foulard gown which fitted
11        6|         was bathed in a silvery–gray atmosphere. The ladies still
12        6| deserted path the same range of gray stones stretched ahead of
13        6|         that one ought to honor gray hairs. All the women, to
14        7|         large blue flowers on a gray background. On two occasions
15        9|      either hand huge widths of gray canvas stretched down to
16       10|   landau and her dress of pearl–gray silk trimmed with Chantilly,
17       11|       clouds; long streamers of gray vapor were disappearing
18       11|     tradespeople. Rose was in a gray silk gown trimmed with red
19       11|    drinking booths raised their gray canvas roofs which gleamed
20       11|         was empty and closed by gray barriers, between the posts
21       13|         livid leg, covered with gray hair. Despite her vexation
22       14|         the bed lay stretched a gray mass, but only the ruddy