Chapter

1 1|        this vast bazar of human follies. Here, beside a writing
2 2|        for one whole day in the follies of my time of life. It was
3 2|        the right to commit such follies. So I should have pardoned
4 2| interpret. ~"Let me pour out my follies, dear Emile; to-day I am
5 2|       hangs about their lovers' follies; their silence is eloquent;
6 2|          Heaven only knows what follies your rivals have equipped
7 3|      cruel past and my wretched follies are hardly more to me than
8 3|           Let us commit no more follies, my angel," she said, trying