Chapter

 1 1|     and death." ~There is an illusion about a gambling saloon
 2 1| joyless, since he had no one illusion left; painless, because
 3 2|      a mistress, a dream, an illusion which deceives us all more
 4 2| speak of art, is to speak of illusion. Love passes through endless
 5 2|     lips sweep away our last illusion. ~"Pauline was working;
 6 2|   steeped in the bliss of an illusion in which I tried to believe. ~"
 7 2|    perfect happiness, a fair illusion that cannot last for very
 8 2|    shorn of all the poetical illusion with which the intellect
 9 3|    some pleasing sentimental illusion of ours. The Marquis glanced,
10 3|    scene was not a fantastic illusion like the fleeting pictures
11 3|    she wailed. "Is it all an illusion?" ~Raphael drew the little