Chapter

 1 1|        depth of the wound which met their eyes, they recognized
 2 1|       man on the brink of death met a young woman alighting
 3 1|        grotesquely caparisoned, met in conflict across the uproar
 4 1|         like diamonds, suddenly met the stupefied stare of the
 5 2|     secret for a love affair. I met, among young men of my own
 6 2|       to meet in the first that met my eyes; but in each and
 7 2|     warped bit of beading often met my eyes, and suggested new
 8 2|    thick eyebrows, which almost met, a little hard; or found
 9 2|      was under the spell; I had met my destiny. When back again
10 2|       the picture that so often met my eyes, of the two women
11 2|     face I turned upon her, she met it with that studied smile
12 2|       to receive my salary, and met Rastignac, who thought me
13 2|        imperfect sybarite to be met with even in Paris itself,
14 2|     Sardanapalus, on my pyre. I met Foedora under the peristyle
15 2|      day came when they must be met. Painful excitements! but
16 2|         Three days afterwards I met them, and this is how it
17 2|       was not relaxed. We often met. I compelled her admirers
18 3|       herself. ~All at once she met Raphael's steady gaze and
19 3| returned from the promenade and met together in the salons of
20 3|    whose lively advances he had met with frigid coolness; there
21 3|         that homicidal gaze; he met and shunned it incessantly. ~"
22 3|   ignorance, and heartiness all met in her. ~She greeted Raphael,
23 3|         as her exceeding beauty met Raphael's intoxicated eyes,