Chapter

 1 1|     a dealer in antiquities, thinking to give a treat to his senses,
 2 1|      dint of using his eyes, thinking and musing, a fever began
 3 1|     say, just as if you were thinking of your grandfather's demise,"
 4 1|        cried Raphael, "I was thinking, my friends, that we are
 5 1| afoot, and vice means, to my thinking, a garret, a threadbare
 6 1|   toothpicks. To your way of thinking, justice is more dangerous
 7 1|     What do you say?" ~"I am thinking of the seas of blood shed
 8 2|     love,' I said to myself, thinking of the torments I had endured
 9 2|   invaluable to me. Foedora, thinking of the stifling odor of
10 2|       Yes,' she said, 'I was thinking of my stockbroker; I had
11 2|    to the struggle. I am not thinking of the living Foedora in
12 3|    armchair beside the fire, thinking over the sudden and complete
13 3|     elder stem. ~Raphael was thinking of his piece of skin. ~"
14 3|     way before their custom, thinking that he could slip into
15 3|     contracts, to his way of thinking; very likely it always has
16 3|    The doctor's face, to his thinking, wore an expression that
17 3| natural kingdom were, to his thinking, only developments of one
18 3|      Being which was acting, thinking, moving, and growing, and
19 3|   daily, and the Auvergnate, thinking no doubt that Valentin was