Chapter

1       II|       She motioned me to come nearer, and to kneel beside her
2   XXVIII|    misfortune that brought us nearer to each other; and your
3     XXIX|      fireplace in order to be nearer his father.~ ~“I suppose,”
4     XXXI|  induced him to come a little nearer.~ ~“You are on the summit
5     XXXV|       he said, sadly.~ ~“Come nearer, my good fellow; fear nothing!”~ ~
6      XLV| nothing stirred:~ ~“Let us go nearer,” she said to Aunt Medea, “
7    XLVII|       upon the grass. He went nearer—it was blood!~ ~Much excited,
8       LV|   this?”~ ~Otto drew a little nearer his master, and said, impressively:~ ~“