Chapter

 1 3 |          it is true, but in the arms of the man who loved her
 2 9 |        another?" She folded her arms and looked at us, stamping
 3 10|        Marguerite. I had put my arms about her waist, and I felt
 4 10|       releasing herself from my arms, and, taking from a great
 5 10|        said, clasping her in my arms. ~"When this camellia changes
 6 12|        open." ~I held her in my arms for a few seconds and then
 7 13| Marguerite ran to me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed
 8 13|         I held Marguerite in my arms, and, if she had asked me
 9 14|           I could have flung my arms round Prudence's neck. ~
10 16|         I held Marguerite in my arms, and as I got down from
11 17|        Was I right?" I flung my arms around her neck and kissed
12 17|       murmured, putting her two arms around my neck. "I love
13 18|      then flung herself into my arms, and, hiding her head in
14 19|         anxiously. Throwing her arms round my neck, she said
15 19|        myself into Marguerite's arms. ~"I wanted," she continued, "
16 21|          she said, throwing her arms round my neck. "But how
17 21|        seeing me, she flung her arms around my neck, but she
18 21|     cried for a long time in my arms. I questioned her as to
19 21|      last she fell asleep in my arms, but it was the sleep which
20 22|         I flung myself into his arms without saying a word. I
21 24|         cold. ~I took her in my arms. I undressed her, without
22 24|         like diamonds. Her thin arms opened, from time to time,