Chap.

 1        2|             I’ll write to him this afternoon. And if he doesn’t receive
 2        6|          not to forget me!”~In the afternoon she expressed some anxiety,
 3        6|          in his very presence. One afternoon in her rooms, as Muffat,
 4        6|        would come. And so one fine afternoon she was vastly astonished
 5        6|           only four o’clock in the afternoon, and there was some talk
 6        6|            the absence during each afternoon of Count Muffat. Whenever
 7        6| overlooking the plain. This Sunday afternoon was exquisitely mild. There
 8        8|           reconciliation the whole afternoon through. Yet though they
 9        9|      crudely displayed at the pale afternoon hour when courtesans are
10       10|        between four and six in the afternoon, if he cared to. That was
11       10|            and with furniture.~One afternoon when the Hugons were there
12       10|     elaborate manipulations of the afternoon.~At breakfast, as she hated
13       10|            the men bother me!”~One afternoon as she was returning home
14       10|      herself up in her room in the afternoon Zoe heard her sobbing. In
15       10|         had been burning since the afternoon, was dying out in glowing
16       10|   successfully above it. That very afternoon she had read in the Figaro
17       12|           dozing toward two in the afternoon, Zoe made so bold as to