Part,  Chapter

 1     I,      IV|    glad tear in the lady's eye, no smile of welcome on
 2     I,      IV| millionaire's house met my eye.~ ~The valet, an Alsacian,
 3     I,       V|    artificial, greeted the eye.~ ~At last we came to a
 4     I,    VIII| was a merry twinkle in his eye even after his laugh, and
 5     I,     XII|  passed. As I strolled, my eye fell upon a little flower
 6     I,    XIII|   apparently pleased their eye, and they want to immortalise
 7    II,       I|   gardener, had caught the eye of the dark-haired girl,
 8    II,    VIII| notice the glitter in your eye, the excited shaking of
 9    II,      IX|  en plein air" that met my eye. Countess Diodora, in a
10    II,     XII|    of this experience. The eye can hardly perceive anything
11    II,    XVII|    a few moments only your eye had rested with a fiery