Part, Chapter
1 I,II | appointments at the expected hour; but if he were~kept waiting,
2 I,III| have made to him at~that hour of the day,--Popinot felt
3 I,III| Roguin, on foot at this hour, at the top of~the Place
4 I,III| Roguin heard the fatal hour of his insolvency and final
5 I,IV | du Tillet there~at this hour when the negotiations about
6 I,IV | And for a quarter an hour he recounted how a Monsieur
7 I,IV | nuts."~ ~*****~ ~After an hour's search, Birotteau, who
8 I,V | corner of the fire. At this hour he told his~wife all the
9 I,VI | there's no one there at this~hour," said Popinot. "It is about
10 I,VII| first impatient dancers.~An hour later the rooms were full,
11 I,VII| in the~morning. At that hour only some forty hackney-coaches
12 I,I | Rabelais' quarter of an hour," said Ragon, smiling.~ ~"
13 I,II | had waited more than an hour to see him, and~went away
14 I,II | items kept on hand. At that~hour Finot hovered around printing-presses,
15 I,II | five in the morning,--the hour at which I examine into~
16 I,III| put the dinner at the same hour,~remembering that stomachs
17 I,IV | with him more~than half an hour. In the course of the afternoon
18 I,IV | 13th, at noon. Though every hour brought its drop of~absinthe,
19 I,IV | trick."~ ~At the end of an hour and a half spend in just
20 I,IV | was just four o'clock, the hour at which the judges left
21 I,IV | situation in low tones. After an~hour's conference, held in presence
22 I,V | little Popinot had not had an hour's sleep nor an instant's~
23 I,V | hisses that recalled the hour of four o'clock in the~Jardin
24 I,V | stairs. For a quarter of an hour~silence reigned unbroken
25 I,V | an interview at a~later hour of the day. In the interval
26 I,VI | Commerce was then held. At that hour there was no one in the
27 I,VI | Bankruptcy. The day and the hour had been chosen by agreement
28 I,VI | went to fetch Cesar~at the hour for Mass, and they stayed
29 I,VII| begins afresh, at~every hour, the mysteries of her untiring
30 I,VII| used and~spent at every hour. Honor was to Cesar a corpse,
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