Part,  Chapter

 1     I,       I|     gesture and struck the ebony forehead with his tiny fist.~ ~At
 2     I,      II|       wrists, and encircling his forehead. His forked beard and greasy
 3     I,      IV|         kiss upon the boy's pale forehead, and the tiny hand of the
 4    II,       I|     pushed high above the marble forehead. Her skin was clear and
 5    II,       I|  almond-shaped eyes, the Minerva forehead, Grecian nose, and shell-shaped
 6    II,      II|         pair of big horns on his forehead. Then, again, I have seen
 7    II,    VIII|     conquer,' is written on your forehead. But now I am not jesting;
 8    II,      IX|         the preceding night. Her forehead seemed to gain in height,
 9    II,    XIII|     muzzle of his revolver to my forehead, he shouted: "Rendez-vous:
10    II,    XIII|    exclaimed - "Look! look! Your forehead is wounded."~ ~"A mere scratch
11    II,     XIV|    cotton handkerchief around my forehead. My face was blackened by
12    II,      XV|       your brethren. Look at his forehead! That wound upon it he received
13    II,     XVI| difficult still. The wound on my forehead betrayed me for a soldier
14    II,     XVI|        of my uniform, my wounded forehead, and the légion d'honneur