Part, Chapter

 1         I,I  |        chamber, and thought of fire; but perceiving a red~foulard
 2         I,I  |       opening the ashes of the fire, which~she hastened to relight. "
 3         I,I  |       who puts his hand in the fire gets burned,--isn't that~
 4         I,I  |  wouldn't put my hand into the fire for~him. Why! he is not
 5         I,III| reassured Roguin, and made him fire his~pistols into the air.~ ~"
 6         I,III|       it!" cried Popinot, with fire in his eyes.~ ~"What with?"
 7         I,IV |        Christmas logs on their fire, draw kings at play,~invent
 8         I,V  |      sofa by the corner of the fire. At this hour he told his~
 9         I,VI |    Popinot. Huzza! we ought to fire a salute--from six~pounders,
10         I,I  |       he had more irons in the fire than he could lay hold of.
11         I,I  |      way. His bowels~seemed on fire. It is an established fact
12         I,II |        Derville~sitting by the fire, wrapped in a white woollen
13         I,III|       little red. There~was no fire in the shop, and the door
14         I,IV |       which he had lighted the fire.~ ~The valet listened. At
15         I,IV |        of the sooty marks of a fire; the hearth was~clean; the
16         I,IV |        the crackling of a good fire, though the owner was~apparently
17         I,IV |   opinions now seared, as with fire, the soft~substance of his
18         I,IV |    corner of the sofa near the fire; his wife~was in the other
19         I,V  |   papers and fling them in the fire, without~attempting to interfere.~ ~"
20         I,V  |   defending~itself against the fire. Popinot's courage froze
21         I,V  |        pull my nuts out of the fire, too! Marie-Jeanne, bring~
22         I,VI |     taken your iron~out of the fire, as they say. You are keen;