Part,  Chapter

 1    II,       I|      of those tiny slippered feet in pink stockings as they
 2    II,     III| little quatrefoil just at my feet. I gathered it, and presented
 3    II,      IV|   the bowling-green at their feet; or, rather, I kneeled there
 4    II,       V|     ball just in front of my feet, and Siegfried came running
 5    II,       V|      soil actually burned my feet. Countess Mamma thanked
 6    II,     VII|    having the soles of their feet rubbed.~ ~She slept, and
 7    II,     VII|      the blanket well on the feet to prevent evil dreams.
 8    II,       X|  which they had opened at my feet.~ ~But now they had conjured
 9    II,     XIV|     with a hood, while on my feet were a pair of rough, high
10    II,    XVII|    at a word to fall at your feet, and make you a confession
11    II,    XVII|    and, crouching down at my feet, she threw her arms around