Chapter

 1 1 |     mother still lives; how? God knows. ~This story returned to
 2 7 |        kind of sweets; everybody knows it. ~"Ah," he went on when
 3 9 |          us to sit down, "Gaston knows what my music is like. It
 4 9 |          a queer girl, one never knows. The night he went away
 5 10|  sleeping quite comfortably. One knows what that sort of love means." ~"
 6 11|  dressing-gown, "there's one who knows very well how to find me
 7 11|          a service decently. She knows I am waiting for an answer.
 8 11|       waiting for an answer. She knows how anxious I am, and I
 9 19|         for a woman like me. Who knows? Perhaps some day when you
10 21|         father on my account. He knows that you are sure to have
11 23|        love to her?" ~"One never knows." ~"And Marguerite?" ~"I
12 23|          had his way at last. He knows quite well that Marguerite
13 24| Marguerite wishes to see me, she knows where I live; let her come
14 25|        does not entitle you. Who knows what he would do then! He
15 26|          by her look. She little knows how far I am from such things
16 26|         it until I am dead. ~Who knows if I shall write to you