Chapter

 1 1 |        place on account of the death of the owner. The owner'
 2 1 |        enter even her bedroom. Death had purified the air of
 3 1 |     age, the courtesan's first death. ~Is there anything sadder
 4 1 |        she must have had a sad death, for, in her world, one
 5 2 |      not heard of Marguerite's death among the pieces of news
 6 2 |        sensation enough, their death makes very little. They
 7 2 |        rose, unobserved. Their death, when they die young, is
 8 2 |       set me thinking over her death, more perhaps than it was
 9 2 |    memory, and I regretted her death as one might regret the
10 2 |       for a few days after her death, and the likeness was so
11 3 |     and who came now after her death to gather in at once the
12 3 |       led to just such another death. Poor souls! if it is not
13 4 |       saddened by her sister's death, but with a sadness which
14 4 |        by sight," I said; "her death made on me the impression
15 4 |        the impression that the death of a pretty woman must always
16 4 |       you, for I am quite near death, and you are hundreds of
17 5 |      very sorry to hear of her death." ~"Had she not a lover
18 5 |    recent news of Marguerite's death had not exaggerated his
19 6 |      Ever since I heard of her death, especially since I saw
20 7 |     sickness, and Marguerite's death no longer appeared to him
21 8 |         and he is boring me to death." ~"I can't now." ~"What
22 23| afterward, Marguerite, pale as death, put on her pelisse and
23 25|       seem to be a lie, unless death had sanctified it by its
24 26|       memory of his daughter's death made him weep, no doubt.
25 26|          Now that I am so near death, in spite of what the doctors
26 26|    sight of this old man, whom death has forgotten, makes me
27 26|        veiled by the coming of death; yet she smiles, and all
28 26|        and the sanctity of her death. ~Since then she has not