Part, Chapter

 1         I,I |       with the umbrella-maker, Cayron. He and I~are going to-morrow
 2         I,IV|     parasols, and~canes, named Cayron,--a man from Languedoc,
 3         I,IV|      several times befriended. Cayron wished nothing better~than
 4         I,IV|    heels.~ ~"Besides," resumed Cayron, "all I ask you to do is
 5         I,IV|       My neighbor," he said to Cayron, "I have so many things~
 6         I,IV|     said Birotteau,~looking at Cayron, and giving him a glance
 7         I,IV|      the~two rooms by Monsieur Cayron, here present," he said,
 8         I,IV|  quarter has expired; Monsieur Cayron would not wish to pay~it;
 9         I,IV|        the Cour Batave~he gave Cayron a merry look.~ ~"I did not
10         I,IV|            Ah, monsieur," said Cayron, "it is not everybody that
11         I,I | affixed the seals to the Sieur Cayron's~appartement; he has disappeared."~ ~"
12         I,I |          thought~Birotteau.~ ~"Cayron always seemed to do a good
13         I,IV|        scrap~of paper you gave Cayron has come back to us protested;