Chapter

 1 2 |      always present at every first night, and passed every evening
 2 3 |          more of the book until at night, when I was going to bed. ~
 3 6 |          of the fever, a sleepless night's dream, a moment's delirium;
 4 6 |            and I did not sleep all night. judging from the thoughts
 5 6 |           it must have been a long night for Armand. When I entered
 6 6 |      containing an account of that night's impressions. ~Half an
 7 9 |         girl, one never knows. The night he went away she went to
 8 10|                Yes. ~"And even all night?" ~"As long as I did not
 9 10|        change colour?" ~"To-morrow night between eleven and twelve.
10 11|          did not close my eyes all night. ~I scarcely knew myself.
11 11| possibilities. The memories of the night before came to me without
12 11|          gaily by the hopes of the night to come. From time to time
13 11|           had closed her doors the night before; I imagined that
14 11|     receiving him on the following night. ~How I spent the rest of
15 11|            to be able to return at night without your making your
16 11|           to you about me?" ~"Last night, or rather to-night, when
17 11|          wanted to say to you last night." ~"Nothing at all. It was
18 11|       ourselves. This is the third night you have sat up, and you
19 12|            I had lived before that night. My whole being was exalted
20 12|        exchanged during that first night. Either Marguerite was very
21 12|      thanked me with a look. ~That night she was marvellously beautiful.
22 13|          of you, keeping the whole night for you, and who loves you,
23 13|         with the memory of a first night of love, and in the expectation
24 13|             She did not appear. At night I went into all the theatres
25 13|          with what I suffered that night. ~ ~
26 14|      serious. I came, at eleven at night, to ask after you, and was
27 14|      seeing her. There was a first night at the Palais Royal. Marguerite
28 14|          If I had only met him the night before and he had spoken
29 14|       write to me to-morrow. ~That night, more than ever, I reproached
30 14|          what I said to myself all night long, and what I was every
31 14|               What did she do last night?" ~"She went to the opera." ~"
32 15|        theatre. They have our last night's bouquets, and they borrow
33 18|     changed the conversation. That night, as she was going, Prudence
34 20|          you come, father?" ~"Last night." ~"Did you come straight
35 21|         last two days. I spent the night in reassuring her, and she
36 21|         returned to Bougival. ~The night before I had found Marguerite
37 21|         found Marguerite sad; that night I found her feverish and
38 21|            remember, had spent the night with her; but that time
39 21|          her, and you can stay the night. I never saw her as she
40 22|        to-day, and was staying the night with Prudence, or perhaps
41 22|        absence. ~Nevertheless, the night went on, and Marguerite
42 22|            breath and went on. The night was so dark that at every
43 22|         had so often walked. ~That night no one was passing; it was
44 22|           was brought for her last night and which I have not yet
45 23|            obliged me to spend the night away from Marguerite, but
46 23|          of movement. Anxiety, the night walk, and the morning's
47 23|           a friend at my side. ~At night I slept a little. I dreamed
48 23|          myself, as I lay awake at night though if I had reflected
49 24|     attention. All the rest of the night I gained, and it was I who
50 24|         and that the scene of last night and my angry letter of the
51 24|      scarcely going to see her one night a week. She consoled herself,
52 24|          suffer," said I, "on that night when, after waiting for
53 24|           at me. ~It was a strange night. All Marguerite's life seemed
54 24|        whatever hour of the day or night you will, come, and I will
55 24|          she had said to me in the night, and taking a five-hundred-franc
56 24|          Here is the price of your night." ~Then when the letter
57 26|           What followed that fatal night you know as well as I; but
58 26|           when you asked her for a night of love, and who, like a
59 26|           put so high a price on a night of mine! ~I left everything
60 26|           one to watch by me every night; I can not breathe. What
61 26|        life to those who, only the night before, in the solitude
62 26|     coughed and spat blood all the night. To-day I can not speak,