Part,  Chapter

 1   Pres         |   consults, a narrow bed like a soldier's, and a few window plants.
 2      I,      IV|        to the conscience of the soldier who has killed a fellow-being
 3      I,      IV|          That does not become a soldier!"~ ~"Had I suspected this,"
 4     II,       I|        her face, when the brave soldier, in order to comfort her,
 5     II,     III|       Hungarian noble is a born soldier. If only I had my pipe!
 6    III,       I|      Then, too, he slept like a soldier in the field - always clothed,
 7    III,      II|       alone this poor forgotten soldier!"~ ~"There! thou always
 8     IV,       I|         Count Vavel saw the old soldier, as usual, but without his
 9     IV,       I|      Are not you the one-legged soldier?"~ ~"I am, your lordship,"
10     IV,     III|        have liked the life of a soldier, but they never would take
11     IV,     III|        would rather have been a soldier than anything else; but
12      V,       I|        a true courtier, a brave soldier, an entertaining comrade,
13      V,       I| flirtation with the fascinating soldier, being forewarned by the
14      V,      II|        clad in the uniform of a soldier, with a wooden sword and
15      V,      II|          Colonel Barthelmy is a soldier by profession; you are a
16     VI,       I|       place? Perhaps - that old soldier - with the machine leg - "~ ~"
17     VI,       I|       me what his arms are to a soldier. You are the guardian of
18     VI,       I| yourself with fancies. Does the soldier who falls in battle have
19     VI,       I|       had advised, took the old soldier with the wooden leg into
20     VI,       I|   castle, were all that the old soldier could endure. Then he took
21     VI,       I|         superior to every other soldier in the world?~ ~Vavel well
22     VI,     III|         has arrived: 'To horse, soldier! To cow, farmer.' The militia
23    VII,     III|       not leave his post. For a soldier to quit his post before
24     IX,     III| different occupations. He was a soldier once; but I don't think
25      X,       I|      got what he longed for - a soldier's death. But tell me what
26      X,     III|        brought back the gallant soldier from Raab by five o'clock