Chapter

1 1|      that he should die. ~He bent his way toward the Pont
2 1|      visible, with its skull bent doubtfully to one side,
3 1|    slender, and complaisant, bent their heads as though there
4 2|   good. The incomprehensible bent of women's minds appears
5 3|   unable to say one word; he bent his head. The young girl
6 3|    over us, according to the bent of our inmost thoughts. ~"
7 3| sentinel, like a savage in a bent of grass; the eyes scrutinized
8 3|      was twisted, shriveled, bent, and devoured by the capricious