Chapter

 1 Ded| intellect is a treasury to your friends;~to you that are to me not
 2 I  |        shafts at their intimate friends. With a~sign I explained
 3 I  |         a wealthy woman."~ ~"My friends, give him the benefit of
 4 II |       you, Couture), he has had friends instead~of enemies. In fact,
 5 II |      handsome, like some of our friends that look rather too much
 6 III|       be able to ask a party of friends to dine at the Rocher~de
 7 IV |      dead, do you know what the friends of the departed~were saying
 8 IV |      penny, or~a client, or any friends beyond our set; and he was
 9 IV |    Finot; "he is devoted to his~friends. The first thing he did
10 IV |         to fall in love?"~ ~"My friends," resumed Bixiou, with a
11 V  |         you,~dear girls.' Their friends among men, the only persons
12 V  |      intellectual~sterility, my friends, than the piling up of facts.
13 V  |       with~the little circle of friends that dropped in every evening
14 VII|       are covered, his personal friends will be~rewarded later on.
15 VII|       the audit~department. His friends?They were out of town. His