Chap.

 1        1|    rough answers to such as pressed to engage seats.~“There’
 2        2|  groping with one hand, she pressed the knob of an electric
 3        3| luck! But all the same I’ve pressed Foucarmont into the service,
 4        4|   were the young men he had pressed into her service at Count
 5        6|    to the robin and the boy pressed against her side, Nana remembered.
 6        6|     gate in their hands and pressed their faces against the
 7        7| about the countess.~But she pressed him further, asking at what
 8        7|   Is it true, eh?”~Her eyes pressed for an answer, and she raised
 9        7|     acute suffering that he pressed against the door in order
10        7| found himself with his face pressed close against the gate at
11        7|   that position, for he had pressed against the railings so
12        9|   of not being observed—and pressed his handkerchief to his
13        9|   while madly, savagely, he pressed his face against her knees
14       10|   to the door and once more pressed his ear against it. He was
15       12|   deliberate tones.~And she pressed her cheeks, enlarging her
16       12|      He leaned over her and pressed her in a close embrace,
17       13|    with plump fingers tight–pressed to the throat of France.
18       13|     me away!”~Then M. Venot pressed him to his bosom and called