Chapter

 1 4 |      that I perceived it and turned away his head. ~"Come,"
 2 5 |      Montmartre Cemetery. He turned over the pages of a big
 3 6 |      of the sick man, and he turned away his head to hide them
 4 6 |   God!" murmured Armand, and turned paler than before. ~Even
 5 6 |     looked as if he had been turned to stone. ~I saw what was
 6 6 |    you see her eyes?" and he turned as if the vision had recalled
 7 7 |       Without knowing why, I turned pale and my heart beat violently.
 8 7 |    At that moment Marguerite turned her opera-glass in our direction
 9 8 | nearer to Marguerite. I soon turned the conversation in her
10 9 |      whom a mere nothing had turned into a courtesan, and the
11 9 |      mere nothing would have turned into the most loving and
12 9 |   torn in two. The poor girl turned crimson, closed her eyes
13 11|      but I beg of you." ~She turned back the covering and got
14 12|  when she appeared all heads turned, and the actor who was then
15 12|      the third entr'acte she turned and said two words: the
16 13|      time, at which Prudence turned, and shrugged her shoulders
17 14|      think about her." ~As I turned the corner of the Rue Royale,
18 14| meeting was so sudden that I turned pale. I do not know if she
19 20| obeys a command." ~My father turned pale at my answer. ~"Very
20 22|      wet as if with tears. I turned the leaves over and then
21 23|  seen. ~As she passed me she turned pale, and a nervous smile