Chapter

 1 1 |       scandalous chaperoning. Her face, too, was inexpressibly
 2 1 |  Resignation. ~One day the girl's face was transfigured. In the
 3 2 |          had left on Marguerite's face the virginal, almost childlike
 4 4 |          from his pocket, hid his face in it for a moment. ~"You
 5 4 |      burst into tears and hid his face in his pocket-handkerchief. ~ ~
 6 6 |        Armand stopped to wipe his face, which was covered with
 7 6 |        end suddenly laid bare the face of Marguerite. ~It was terrible
 8 6 |          yet I recognised in this face the joyous white and rose
 9 6 |         the joyous white and rose face that I had seen so often. ~
10 6 |          back the shroud over the face of the corpse, fastened
11 8 | Marguerite, who had remembered my face for a moment, did not remember
12 12|       logic of chance brings them face to face. The woman becomes
13 12|        chance brings them face to face. The woman becomes the man'
14 12|       with her delicate and witty face. ~"Where?" ~"At home." ~"
15 13|           would strike him in the face. ~Meanwhile I went to the
16 14|           laughing at me, but her face was quite serious. ~"Shall
17 20|           had seen nothing in his face, embraced him, and said: ~"
18 20|     sermon which my father's cold face threatened would begin at
19 21|           eyes, and I read in her face the fear of seeing my visit
20 23|           a cold expression to my face, as I bowed coldly to my
21 23|         in Paris, finding herself face to face with me, pale as
22 23|           finding herself face to face with me, pale as I was,
23 23|          watched her dancing. Her face changed the moment she caught
24 23|      return, the blood rose to my face, and I felt the need of
25 24|      could scarcely recognise her face through the veil. She went
26 24|           no doubt?" ~"Have I the face of a happy woman, Armand?
27 25|        what impression his severe face made upon me. Your father
28 26|         would never recognise the face of her whom you loved so
29 26|           that it is not you, her face resumes its sorrowful expression,