Chapter

 1   III|       But what distinguished the youth more than anything else
 2   III|       flowed a long way down the youth's shoulders like long maidenhair,
 3   III|      Whitsun King," answered the youth, haughtily sticking out
 4   III|       questions. Nobody knew the youth. He was a handsome, ruddy
 5   III|   between them and the goal. The youth looked back upon his competitor
 6   III|        cried triumphantly to the youth -~ ~"Don't suppose, little
 7   III|      hand."~ ~"Indeed!" said the youth, serenely; "I did not know
 8   III| spectators began to fear for the youth, not that he would fall
 9   III|         of flowers fell from the youth's head, and was trampled
10   III|          like," said the strange youth.~ ~"Stop, little brother!"
11   III|       upon it," said the strange youth, clapping the palm of his
12   III|          calling to the stranger youth, who had taken the other
13   III|          be merciful to the poor youth beneath him!~ ~At length
14   III|        the hands of the stranger youth, who now emerged from among
15   III| direction till it dropped.~ ~The youth galloped with it straight
16   III|   yourself all that time?"~ ~The youth twisted his blonde moustache
17   III|         out who you were!"~ ~The youth reflected for a moment;
18   III|        in love with the handsome youth, and[Pg 85] what a capital
19    IV|         are the corrupter of the youth of this city, and your name
20     V|         of some honest, romantic youth - what a fine thing to root
21     V|         eyes." And the sensitive youth put his handkerchief to
22     V|       amiss with this mysterious youth? Would he come again on
23     V|         tall, gloomy, pale-faced youth, who never smiled except
24    VI|          his chest, regarded the youth with a savage stare.~ ~"
25    VI|       began to doubt whether the youth was in his right mind or
26   VII|         the terror of the worthy youth when he was informed that,
27   VII|       handsomely recompensed the youth who had rattled off this
28   VII|       tidings. The philosophical youth, who happened at that moment
29  VIII|         Alexander.~ ~That worthy youth had just finished his masterpiece -
30  VIII|         she did not care for the youth at all, he would lay the
31  VIII|       unexpectedly mentioned the youth's name to her, and the girl
32  VIII|    recollection the gloomy-faced youth and the grotesque old man,
33  VIII|       fine, manly, noble-hearted youth, and, for the sake of money
34    IX|       dies! "Waste your precious youth while Boltay is alive, and
35     X|        She died long ago, in her youth. And she loved me dearly.
36  XIII|         die at that moment. This youth, this ideal of her romantic
37  XIII|        to hope; and the idolized youth, of whose heart and mind
38  XIII|      majestic countenance of the youth whom she may not worship -
39  XVII|      they should pour out of the youth's hand into her own, for
40    XX|        the knees of the departed youth, where he had knelt on the
41   XXI|        and Mike Kis. That worthy youth had quitted the brilliant
42   XXI|        may not repent him of his youth. I would have my son a happy
43   XXI|         pressed the hands of the youth sitting on his right, who