Chapter

 1 1|      Only with morning comes the real throb of the passion and
 2 1|          Then you can admire the real gambler, who has neither
 3 1|       fulfilled. He had left the real behind, and had climbed
 4 1|    primitive life of nature, the real modesty of naked chastity,
 5 1|       his waistcoat. ~"Yes, sir; real government is the art of
 6 1|          to distinguish what was real among the fantastic absurdities
 7 2|      reducing my requirements to real needs and the barest necessaries,
 8 2|         we returned, Foedora, in real or feigned abstraction,
 9 2|          sufficed to conceal her real nature from the world; her
10 2|     charms, too. ~" 'This is her real self,' I thought. ~"She
11 2|          your reward. We are the real judges, the executioners
12 2|    pleasures, at once hollow and real. I went in for play, gaining
13 3|      King of France - I mean the real old one. You could not go
14 3|          with all the might of a real affection against the woman'
15 3|          all appearance, but the real offence in every case lay
16 3|        because he had gauged its real nature too well. ~"His complaint
17 3|  unliveried servants, leave your real character at home, let your
18 3|        that man's breathing is a real process of combustion, and
19 3|          with the words made the real aggressor shudder; he know
20 3| individual should be shaped, the real formula for the life of
21 3|        at once to a sense of his real position, Valentin sat down