Chapter

 1 1|          THINGS.~BUT THY LIFE IS MINE, FOR GOD HAS SO WILLED IT.~
 2 1|         not wasted, this head of mine is even better furnished
 3 1|               Is it any fault of mine if Catholicism puts a million
 4 1|       deal sooner see a lover of mine in a trench at the back
 5 2|          in a fashion peculiarly mine, I very soon came to terms
 6 2|          to be humble friends of mine and mute partakers of my
 7 2|     There ends that fair life of mine, the daily sacrifice, the
 8 2|        who foresaw every want of mine. ~"One evening Pauline told
 9 2|   between that gentle nature and mine. Besides, I am ashamed to
10 2|      wardrobe, linked his arm in mine, and inquired into my affairs
11 2|           a commendable habit of mine, or because Foedora hailed
12 2|   anxious care I had so far kept mine in a precarious state of
13 2|    petulantly. Her hand shook in mine with the throbbing of her
14 2|      away, and looked at both of mine. ~" 'You will marry a rich
15 2| happiness. My mistress should be mine, or I would seek a refuge
16 2|      charms she had not. She was mine just then, and mine only, -
17 2|          was mine just then, and mine only, - this enchanting
18 2|        this enchanting being was mine, as was permissible, in
19 2|      neither memory nor skill of mine could possibly reproduce
20 2|        cried, 'but the future is mine! I only lose a woman; you
21 2|         history no doubt, rating mine as a common love affair.
22 2|         struck at - in the head. Mine was a martyrdom, without
23 2|      varlet of a king! Arabia is mine, Arabia Petraea to boot;
24 3|        cried, "that fair life of mine. Never to know a kindly
25 3|         yours, and your heart is mine too; yes, that above all,
26 3|        and even money. O Raphael mine, don't have me for your
27 3|         she repeated. "Free, and mine!" ~She slipped down upon
28 3|          so well; are you really mine, as I am yours?" ~"For ever
29 3|      every wish! Every desire of mine! Poor Pauline! " ~He took
30 3|         hand on my back, Raphael mine; I feel a chill like death.
31 3|        What is that invention of mine? Nothing whatever. Man cannot
32 3|      tears to my eyes." ~"And to mine, too," she answered. "I
33 3|         the waterfall there, and mine will speed straight to your
34 3|         want?" she asked. "He is mine, I have killed him. Did