Chapter

 1 3 |         Chapter 3 ~At one o'clock on the 16th I went to the
 2 5 |   22nd of February, at 12 o'clock, a woman of that name had
 3 6 |    place next day, at ten o'clock, that I should call for
 4 9 |    order was given at one o'clock in the morning. ~We laughed,
 5 11|   When I awoke it was two o'clock. The weather was superb.
 6 11|  utterly forgotten by ten o'clock in the evening. ~All I remember
 7 11|   looked at my watch and my clock a hundred times, which unfortunately
 8 12|       Chapter 12 ~At five o'clock in the morning, as the light
 9 12|   previous day. ~At seven o'clock I was at the Vaudeville.
10 13|  none of them. ~At eleven o'clock I went to the Rue d'Antin.
11 13|     come out; but at four o'clock in the morning I was still
12 14|  came to my room at eight o'clock, I gave it to him and told
13 14|     that I had written. The clock struck, ten, eleven, twelve.
14 14|     constantly fixed on the clock. I returned home, certain
15 14|   succeeded. ~It was nine o'clock, and I went at once to call
16 16| only from midnight to six o'clock, then I was asked sometimes
17 18|   we got back it was five o'clock. ~"Mme. Duvernoy has been
18 21|    Next day I left at ten o'clock, and reached the hotel about
19 21| change, and I looked at the clock every moment. ~"You are
20 22|  vacant room, gazing at the clock, which pointed to midnight,
21 22|    us in every form! ~One o'clock struck. I said to myself
22 22|     hour, but that at two o'clock, if Marguerite had not returned,
23 22|     that sombre sky. ~Two o'clock struck. I still waited a
24 22|     quite awakening. Five o'clock struck at the church of
25 23|   on that day, about five o'clock, he took me with him in
26 24|     but when, toward nine o'clock, I heard a ring, they thronged
27 24|     my jealousy. ~At five o'clock, without knowing what I
28 24|   left for England at six o'clock," said the porter. ~There
29 26|   last agony at about two o'clock. Never did a martyr suffer