Chapter

 1 2 |         had buried a part of his heart, caught sight of Marguerite
 2 2 |        become a necessity to his heart, his only pretext, his only
 3 2 |         back across her head and heart. ~We must add that Marguerite
 4 3 |        his tears, and buried his heart in it; while Marguerite,
 5 3 |        but in that desert of the heart, a more barren, a vaster,
 6 3 |       not pity this blindness of heart, this deafness of soul,
 7 3 |         the convalescence of the heart? ~It is to my own generation
 8 4 |     forgive you; oh, with all my heart, friend, for the way you
 9 5 |        and perhaps a little more heart than most." ~"Do you know
10 5 |          grave, and it breaks my heart when I hear their poor bodies
11 5 | especially when we have a little heart left. What do you expect?
12 6 |       that is in these papers by heart," he said. "For three weeks
13 7 |        why, I turned pale and my heart beat violently. I have a
14 7 |         bed; she is dying." ~The heart is a strange thing; I was
15 7 |    intuitively. All the same, my heart began to beat when I knew
16 8 |           How many ways does the heart take, how many reasons does
17 8 |       the door that you know, my heart beat so violently that I
18 9 |    seemed to have passed into my heart and my heart into my eyes. ~"
19 9 |      passed into my heart and my heart into my eyes. ~"So," said
20 9 |       forget myself, to force my heart and my thoughts to become
21 10|          holding one hand on her heart, and letting the other hang
22 10|          deeper impression on my heart and mind than ever; that,
23 10|          little. You have a good heart, you want some one to love
24 10|         me a little," I said, my heart beating so that I could
25 10|       and placing it against her heart so that I could feel how
26 11|       thoughts that rose from my heart to my head, and that only
27 11|       come. From time to time my heart leaped with love and joy
28 11|    belief, and one uses up one's heart, one's body, one's beauty,
29 12|         world. To take captive a heart which has had no experience
30 12|        senses have burned up the heart, dissipation has blunted
31 12|        and after such a love his heart will be closed to every
32 12|        other: they love with the heart or with the senses. Often
33 12|      henceforth only through her heart; often a girl who has sought
34 12|        to fasten deeper into the heart, since we have no other
35 12|      cold shiver went through my heart. ~Doubtless Marguerite perceived
36 13|         absorbed my thoughts, my heart, and my life that the visit
37 15|        like me, when we have any heart at all, we give a meaning
38 15|          the intelligence of the heart; it did you more harm with
39 16|    otherwise have preyed upon my heart, and fixed it upon a passion
40 17|         she answered nothing. My heart beat violently while I waited
41 17|        clasping Marguerite to my heart. ~"Well," said she, turning
42 18|      having cast scraps of one's heart to other women, and one
43 18|         sharp fear penetrated my heart. I might indeed ask Marguerite
44 20|        aim to life, and that the heart should have any room for
45 22|     began to oppress my head and heart. Perhaps something had happened
46 22|         restless solitude of the heart gives to all its surroundings. ~
47 23|        to me the emptiness of my heart. Then my tears again began
48 23|        her lips. For my part, my heart beat violently in my breast;
49 23|      felt the tears rise from my heart to my eyes at the recollection
50 23|       desire for vengeance in my heart. ~So Marguerite was no different
51 24|          a woman who has neither heart nor sense; you are in love
52 24|      remained only the corpse of heart or body. ~The dawn found
53 25|     courtesan is a being without heart or reason, a sort of machine
54 25|        cruel necessities for the heart, but that they must be submitted
55 25|         all that called up in my heart thoughts which raised me
56 26|        love for me had opened my heart to noble enthusiasm. ~Still,
57 26|      love for you that a woman's heart can hold and give, and you
58 26|          Your father has a noble heart; love him well, my friend,
59 26|         of this wild dream of my heart. ~Whatever happens, I loved
60 26|       suffers in body, mind, and heart. Big tears trickle down
61 27|         the convalescence of his heart. ~I returned to Paris, where