Chapter

 1 2 |     causes of her illness, and a sort of superstition led her
 2 3 |          at me as if to see what sort of a person it was, who
 3 3 |          known her; and thus the sort of comparison between her
 4 5 |        its meaning. ~"Well, what sort of a girl was she?" ~"A
 5 5 |          girl was she?" ~"A good sort of girl." ~"Is that all?" ~"
 6 5 |       usual: "Very well." ~"What sort of a girl was she?" ~"A
 7 5 |         beside her found out the sort of person she was, what
 8 5 |        somewhere apart for these sort of women, like there is
 9 7 |          is consumptive, and the sort of life she leads isn't
10 9 |         which sbed around them a sort of voluptuous perfume, like
11 9 |        the song, and they gave a sort of duet. ~"Don't sing those
12 9 |       amused; he was a very good sort of fellow, but somewhat
13 10| comfortably. One knows what that sort of love means." ~"There
14 16|      moments in the fire of some sort of passion, and of living
15 20|      accept this sacrifice? What sort of a man are you, sir, to
16 22|      away in a carriage." ~"What sort of a carriage?" ~"A private
17 23|         or enthusiasm, with that sort of apathy into which I had
18 25|       without heart or reason, a sort of machine for coining gold,
19 25|         me in my own eyes with a sort of holy pride, unknown till
20 26|        balls and orgies. I had a sort of hope that I should kill
21 26|       your love to help me and a sort of vague hope of seeing
22 26|       you sat that day, though a sort of country fellow sat there,
23 26|         been said, but was now a sort of holy tabernacle. ~I fell