Chapter

 1      III|  angular, and solemn, he was as cold and impassive as the stones
 2      III|         was capable of doing in cold blood.~ ~It was thus that
 3      VII|      heat the enthusiasm of the cold and calculating peasants
 4        X|    honor required him to appear cold and indifferent, but as
 5     XIII|      black hair, and lighted by cold, round black eyes.~ ~The
 6      XIV|         decided the matter. The cold and haughty manner which
 7       XV|      were chattering as if with cold.~ ~A mist swam before the
 8     XVII|        Mlle. Blanche turned her cold and steel-like eyes upon
 9     XVII|           This thought made her cold with terror. For the first
10     XVII|       Mlle. Blanche.~ ~Then, in cold and sneering tones, that
11      XIX|         good resolution to grow cold.~ ~In less than forty-eight
12     XXIV|      see her lying there rigid, cold, and as white as if the
13     XXIV|   forehead, thickly beaded with cold sweat.~ ~“What a night!”
14    XXVII|     Maurice and the abbe felt a cold chill strike to their very
15     XXIX|        doubt everything—you are cold, sceptical, disdainful,
16     XXXI|        mountains, benumbed with cold, stumbling over rocks, sometimes
17  XXXVIII|       in the least, he stood so cold and unmoved, with compressed
18  XXXVIII|    bareheaded; he began to feel cold. The house belonging to
19     XLII|      she fastened upon him that cold and persistent look that
20     XLIV|         toward his sister, in a cold, quiet tone that added a
21     XLIV|  gestures betrayed one of those cold rages which endure so long
22      XLV|            No; but it had grown cold, and a slight coating of
23      XLV| forehead, which was bathed in a cold perspiration; she gasped
24     XLVI|  strange ringing in her ears, a cold sweat started from every
25    XLVII|     took her hand.~ ~It was icy cold; the arm was rigid as iron.~ ~“
26   XLVIII|         a ghost, his lips still cold from the kiss pressed on
27   XLVIII|         no man so sceptical, so cold, or so blase that his vanity
28       LI|       latter declared she had a cold, and remained at home.~ ~
29       LI|         from the possibility of cold by a mantle lined with costly
30      LIV|     these years he saw her yet, cold, rigid, lifeless, in that
31      LIV|     Chelteux.”~ ~With a sort of cold rage, Martial continued