Chap.

 1        1|       note in tune; she might forget her words—it mattered not:
 2        4|     were already beginning to forget the old white–bearded gentleman
 3        6|       He’s a dear Zizi not to forget me!”~In the afternoon she
 4        6|     in getting the company to forget his presence he sat nibbling
 5        8|     of curiosity had made her forget her previous embarrassment.
 6        8|       But afterward she would forget all about it, grow very
 7        8|        as they termed it, “to forget.” Satin did not go downstairs
 8        8| boiling. At night she used to forget all her sorrows when Bosc
 9        9|  whirl that he had striven to forget everything and had strenuously
10       11|       after. You’re making me forget that I want to lay wagers.
11       12|  clasp. A memory he could not forget brought a faint glow to
12       13|     had been stupid enough to forget herself thus with a little
13       13|    which made the young woman forget all her troubles. She clapped
14       13|      Then, too, how was he to forget it all if his brother remained—
15       13|    affectionate, and he would forget it all, one night of tender
16       13|     and intoxicated and would forget everything—the mob of men