Part,  Chapter

1     I,       I|      and his great eyes half closed. I felt sorry for him, and
2     I,       I|  wonder and delight, and the closed cherry lips opened in a
3     I,     III|    that even the painter had closed his sketch-book to gaze
4     I,       X|   able to prevent. "But," he closed, "if you stubbornly and
5     I,      XI|   not to sleep, for we never closed our eyes that night, and
6    II,     VII|    She looked up and hastily closed the book. The silver filigree
7    II,       X| keeping as yet. Now the door closed behind her, and I had let
8    II,     XIV|    mere scratch, and already closed. It's nothing." And, throwing
9    II,    XVII|    Through the chinks of the closed shutters the rising sun