Chapter

 1 2 |   are suns which set as they rose, unobserved. Their death,
 2 6 |    face the joyous white and rose face that I had seen so
 3 7 |     was indifferent to me. I rose to my feet, saying in an
 4 7 |         Happily, the curtain rose and my friend was silent.
 5 7 |   her friend left the box. I rose from my seat. ~"Are you
 6 8 |      of Prudence, Marguerite rose, and coming toward us with
 7 9 |  Adieu, madame." ~Marguerite rose. "Adieu, my dear count.
 8 9 |     part in sharps." ~Gaston rose and went to the piano, and
 9 9 |    with a drop of blood. She rose and ran into her dressing-room. ~"
10 10|     not have hurt me more. I rose, and holding out my hand, "
11 11|   the thousand thoughts that rose from my heart to my head,
12 13|   mistaken; all right." ~She rose, opened the piano and began
13 17| assembled there. ~Marguerite rose from table, and joined the
14 19|    out of breath. Marguerite rose and talked with her in whispers.
15 20|     we were alone, my father rose, and leaning against the
16 22| trees on the roadside, which rose up sharply before me like
17 23|      their return, the blood rose to my face, and I felt the
18 24|    lying to me." ~Marguerite rose and went toward the door.