Chapter

 1 1  | paragraph: ~ "Yesterday, at four o'clock, a young woman threw
 2 2  |        enter his lodging at nine o'clock in the morning. 'I
 3 2  |          here to-morrow at seven o'clock.' ~"We rose. Rastignac
 4 2  |          I went away. ~"At eight o'clock one evening towards
 5 2  |     uttered, so well I love you. O, if I could testify my love
 6 2  |         everywhere. It is twelve o'clock. Allow me to go to
 7 2  |          not your mother a Mlle. O'Flaharty?" ~"Yes," said
 8 2  |       are the sole heir of Major O'Flaharty, who died in August
 9 2  |   assigns of Mlle. Barbara Marie O'Flaharty for a fortnight
10 2  |        death of his uncle, Major O'Flaharty! There is a man
11 3  |        all the shutters at seven o'clock, summer or winter.
12 3  |      served inconciliably at ten o'clock precisely. The menus
13 3  |       Then he comes in at eleven o'clock precisely, to go to
14 3  |      those words, 'He loves me!' O my Raphael! I have millions.
15 3  |          above all, your heart - O wealth inexhaustible! Well,
16 3  |     firing, oil, and even money. O Raphael mine, don't have
17 3  |          I used to work till two o'clock in the morning; I
18 3  |     think; happy and content." ~"O my love, say that once more!" ~"
19 3  |          her watch; "it is three o'clock already! I ought to
20 3  |       and I must be back by four o'clock. George must hurry
21 3  |        tear? Let me drink it." ~"O Pauline, Pauline, you love
22 3  |          talisman. ~It was seven o'clock in the evening. Planchette,
23 3  |         in his armchair. ~"Eight o'clock already!" he exclaimed. "
24 3  |       die bear away with them. ~"O Pauline!" he cried. "Poor
25 3  |          laughing. ~Towards nine o'clock in the morning the
26 3  |        this morning before eight o'clock, to take their chances
27 3  |     gained their point. At eight o'clock next morning his antagonist,
28 3  |    entered his room. About eight o'clock in the evening he
29 Epi|    filled with pain and longing. O joy for which there is no