Chapter

 1 2 |     design a regular mouth, with lips parted graciously over teeth
 2 4 |        he finally carried to his lips. ~"And when I think," he
 3 6 |      trembling of the cheeks and lips were the only signs of the
 4 6 |       nothing but two holes, the lips had disappeared, vanished,
 5 8 |         indifferent smile on her lips. She had suffered; she was
 6 8 |   salutation, flitted across her lips, as if to answer the bow
 7 9 |       count reddened and bit his lips. ~I was sorry for him, for
 8 9 |      flew to her cheeks, and her lips half opened in a slight
 9 9 |        and put her napkin to her lips. It was stained with a drop
10 10|        her hand, raised it to my lips, and in spite of myself
11 10|   dining-room." ~She held up her lips to me, smoothed her hair
12 15|          her handkerchief to her lips, and from that to her eyes. ~"
13 15|         to have it from your own lips, my beloved Marguerite.
14 21|        hearing me. When I put my lips to her forehead she started
15 23|        smile tightened about her lips. For my part, my heart beat
16 24|        than mine had touched her lips, toward which, in spite
17 25|        though it had come to his lips twenty times: that I was,
18 26|      bent toward the ground, his lips drooping, his eyes vacant.
19 27| conceives only holy thoughts and lips that repeat only pious words.