Part, Chapter

 1         I,I  |   word of an honest~woman, isn't it pitiable? His business
 2         I,I  |    a~shawl. But perhaps it isn't doing well? Bah! I should
 3         I,I  | Saint-Roch in Vendemiaire: isn't it something to have borne
 4         I,I  |  in the fire gets burned,--isn't that~true? Politics burn
 5         I,I  |    poor~dog in his kennel. Isn't it much better to come
 6         I,I  |  you want to crush others? Isn't our~present fortune enough
 7         I,I  | head of her~lover; pretty, isn't it? The safest speculations
 8         I,I  | have been too kind to him. Isn't it odd, wife,~that we
 9         I,III|   t say that my head-piece isn't~as good as another's;
10         I,III| really in the Indies. Now, isn't it much better~to supply
11         I,I  |    up to satisfy Roguin's,~isn't it our own fault? Why
12         I,III|   little nut-cracker which isn't to be sneezed at, I can
13         I,III|    for the family as~well. Isn't it so?"~ ~Cesarine pressed
14         I,V  |  dog with a broken leg. He isn't a man, he has got no force."~ ~
15         I,V  |   per cent."~ ~"Hey! if it isn't the worthy Pere Pillerault!