Part,  Chapter

 1     I,       I|         over long iron bridges looking like some fanciful filigree
 2     I,      II|     Jörge the watchman; he was looking for the signal-post, and
 3     I,      VI|        The mother stood there, looking on unconcerned, and presently
 4     I,    VIII|  changed my appearance. He was looking just the same as he did
 5     I,      IX|   physician living with me and looking after me daily? Don't you
 6     I,       X|      just what I expected, and looking around at the portraits
 7     I,      XI|    brand-new and very "pshutt"-looking cab was to wait for me at
 8     I,    XIII|     the gallop of horses, and, looking through the new and very
 9    II,       I|     Hem!" said the little one, looking with charming astonishment
10    II,     III|   regard to it. Yet, by simply looking at you, I can tell you from
11    II,     III|       called, were on the lawn looking for four-leaved clovers,
12    II,     III| married first. I laughed, and, looking down, I saw one little quatrefoil
13    II,    VIII|       I sat before the mirror, looking at my own face, I could
14    II,    VIII|       I am not in the habit of looking closely at chambermaids,
15    II,    VIII|    obeisance, "Yes, sir." But, looking at me in the mirror, she
16    II,      IX|      escaped the difficulty of looking me in the face. Cenni also
17    II,      IX|       her nostrils dilated. In looking at me her chin doubled,
18    II,      IX|            I bowed in silence, looking at Flamma.~ ~"No; this is
19    II,      IX|        her hands in mine, and, looking up to me, asked me softly
20    II,       X|     each bond, its title, and, looking into every one, she satisfied
21    II,      XI|    from her husband. Now I was looking for a residence for her.
22    II,     XIV|     porter asked me whom I was looking for at this house? I answered "
23    II,     XVI|      on the third storey. I am looking for private lodgings."~ ~"
24    II,    XVII|    table in front of her, and, looking her in the face, I said -~ ~"
25    II,    XVII|         in stony indifference, looking down at the bleeding heart