Chapter

 1 2 |     twenty-five days of the month the camellias were white,
 2 4 |    I have been in bed for a month, and I think so much of
 3 5 |    Cemetery. It was now the month of April; the weather was
 4 6 |    the mental one, and in a month's time he will be free from
 5 10|     seven thousand francs a month, and that I could not live
 6 13|    girl; be her lover for a month, two months; give her flowers,
 7 13|   result would be that in a month I should be free, I should
 8 13|        Then, in less than a month's time we shall be in some
 9 16|     three thousand francs a month, which reduced my year to
10 17| bed-room, at sixty francs a month; the whole place furnished
11 17|     to see her. For a whole month there was not a day when
12 18|     lend her a shawl. ~So a month passed, and all the time
13 18|   or five thousand francs a month. He has two hundred thousand
14 20|  Paris. Come and stay for a month or two with your sister
15 23|     was giving him. ~Thus a month passed, but at the end of
16 23|   me to see Marguerite in a month, a week. I had to see her
17 24| never belong to another. ~A month of love like that, and there