Chapter

 1    II|      whose name is on every one's lips; but I know very well that
 2   III|           pálinka had crossed his lips.~ ~The worthy sworn burgher
 3    IV|         by condescending to bring lips like theirs, veritable roses
 4    IV|         had to learn from strange lips that people looked down
 5    VI|          more.~ ~Abellino bit his lips till the blood came, he
 6    VI|       astonishment burst from his lips. There stood two names written
 7   VII|           heart. It came from the lips of old John Kárpáthy, who
 8   VII|         from the trembling of his lips, that he wanted to say something;
 9  VIII|           oath that hangs on your lips as loudly and soundly as
10  VIII|         the old man's hand to his lips, which he placed on his
11  VIII|           face with her round red lips. "Daddy Boltay is the husband
12    IX| index-finger to her pretty little lips.~ ~"Drive into Pressburg!"
13    IX|      strangely with the childlike lips suggestive of sleeping innocence,
14    IX|         bowed stiffly, biting his lips hard all the time; he was
15    IX|           he roared, with foaming lips; while Abellino, breathing
16     X|         pretty little hand to her lips and covered it with kisses -
17     X|       Flora pressed her beautiful lips to Fanny's forehead, and
18    XI|          those delicate, eloquent lips, and those still more eloquent,
19  XIII|   admirers, to moisten their rosy lips with a few drops of thirty-years
20  XIII|          the extended hand to his lips, and, holding it in his
21  XIII|           own, and drew it to her lips. How happy Kárpáthy felt
22  XIII|         she had kissed the silent lips, and was sitting in the
23   XVI|           placing it first to his lips and then to his breast,
24   XIX|           him to a level with his lips and kissed his little red
25   XIX|      screwing up his little round lips all sorts of ways, as if
26   XIX|          of death around her dear lips, with the refracted gleam
27   XIX|       drew it towards her panting lips, and gasped, in a scarcely
28   XIX|         bosom to the sick woman's lips. Fanny tenderly strained
29   XIX|           sound would come to her lips, and she turned her head
30    XX|        with which one touches the lips of the dead, he kissed every
31   XXI|         old man kissed his little lips again and again.~ ~Then
32  XXII|        would have spoken, but his lips were sealed; he shivered