Chapter

 1 9 |       Nanine!" cried Marguerite. "Light M. le Comte to the door." ~
 2 10|           completely dominate her light and forgetful nature, she
 3 11| Marguerite's windows. There was a light. I rang. I asked the porter
 4 11|         Nanine coming in; she can light you to the door. Good-night." ~
 5 12|      clock in the morning, as the light began to appear through
 6 13|         Rue d'Antin. There was no light in Marguerite's windows.
 7 16|       would come in tired, take a light supper, and go to bed after
 8 19|       love, we saw in the rosiest light. ~A week later, as we were
 9 22|     entered. Nanine met me with a light. I went to Marguerite's
10 22|           curtain opened, a faint light made its way in. I rushed
11 23|         drawing-room door open, a light footstep made the floor
12 24|            not the instincts of a light woman, as you seem to say,
13 25|       that Armand slept, but that light sleep which the least sound