Part,  Chapter

1    III,     III|    of her dreams, which the rising wind was curling into wavelets.~ ~"
2    III,      IV| Henry?" demanded the count, rising on one knee.~ ~Henry did
3    III,      IV|   inquired Ludwig, in turn, rising from his seat.~ ~"That I,
4     IV,      II|   dearly," responded Marie, rising and going to her own room,
5   VIII,     III|     had come to naught. The rising of the German patriots against