Chapter

 1 1  |  pleasures of his epoch at his lips, a hoardless miser drawing
 2 1  |    stranger turned pale at the lips, and softly shut his eyes,
 3 1  |        face, and slid from his lips over his features, over
 4 1  |     abstracted look, while his lips displayed a set smile like
 5 1  |       as models for Moses. His lips were so thin and colorless
 6 1  |      been uttered by those red lips, the sacred sounds seemed
 7 1  | eloquent, though the fresh red lips uttered no sound. ~Demure
 8 1  |       the damp, red, half-open lips challenged a kiss. Her frame
 9 2  |       sentiment. Her fresh red lips sharply contrasted with
10 2  |        the living coral of her lips grew full of meaning as
11 2  |       customary smile upon her lips and in her eyes, the smile
12 2  |        the kind smile upon her lips, sat knitting stockings
13 2  |      and foolish smile upon my lips; there was something unreal
14 2  |    expression that sits on the lips of every portrait in every
15 2  |        rebuffs from a friend's lips sweep away our last illusion. ~"
16 2  |  protests against a lie on the lips! ~"Well, very soon my audacious
17 2  |   impatience, escaped from her lips. She reached out a hand
18 2  |       to flow from between her lips. I put thoughts and feelings
19 2  |      in repose; the dainty red lips were grown pale and dry,
20 3  |     froth marked his trembling lips; there was a savage gleam
21 3  |  straightening the line of his lips that stretched across a
22 3  |      on speaking, so long your lips have been dumb for me." ~"
23 3  |      angelic smile now on your lips has purified me, so to speak.
24 3  |        coquetry raised her red lips to his for a kiss. ~"Dear
25 3  |        cold is there yet. Your lips are burning. How is your
26 3  |       the redness of the fresh lips with the smile hovering
27 3  |   offering to you yet the mute lips that speak to you in slumber
28 3  |  bitter smile hovered upon the lips of the third doctor, Maugredie,
29 3  |       was drawn in between red lips; he was smiling - he had
30 Epi|      breathing that draws your lips to hers; she flies and you
31 Epi|       have touched the woman's lips, and you are awakened at