Part,  Chapter

 1     I,       I| curiosity; the white little face pressed to the window-pane and the
 2     I,      IX|      with a troubled face, and I pressed his hands and said, "Yes,
 3    II,      IV|          finally promised him he pressed my hands, and then turned
 4    II,     VII|         met us in the chapel. He pressed my hand in evident excitement,
 5    II,     VII|         on her head and my thumb pressed against the crown, she groaned - "
 6    II,    VIII|      creature, Psyche, must have pressed your hand, and looked up
 7    II,      IX|        the lashes, her lips were pressed together, and her nostrils
 8    II,      XV|          overpowering to him. He pressed my hands in silent acknowledgment,
 9    II,    XVII|       have longed to do it!"~ ~I pressed her to my heart and kissed
10    II,    XVII|     action she had bent down and pressed her lips to his hand.~ ~"
11    II,    XVII|       The "Silver King" silently pressed my hand as I said -~ ~"Sir,