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 1 XI  |       in--a water-carrier named Bourgeat, a native of Saint-~Flour.
 2 XI  |        of bread~soaked in milk, Bourgeat came in and said to me in
 3 XI  |            I know that, my good Bourgeat,' said I. 'But I am in a
 4 XI  |       have a few dibs,' replied Bourgeat joyfully, and he~pulled
 5 XI  |    purse. 'Keep your linen.'~ ~"Bourgeat paid up my arrears and his
 6 XI  |       was the great difficulty. Bourgeat proposed that we should
 7 XI  |       and I. We dined together.~Bourgeat, who earned about fifty
 8 XII |        I had been condemned to. Bourgeat, a man~of about forty, had
 9 XII | transferred to a~loftier level. Bourgeat did all my errands, woke
10 XII |       whenever I had a day out:~Bourgeat was proud of me. He loved
11 XIII|      saw a more touching scene. Bourgeat insisted on buying~for me
12 XIII|     burns in me to this day.~ ~"Bourgeat, my second father, died
13 XIV |         only thing I~can do for Bourgeat is thus to satisfy his pious
14 XIV |     been perfect, remember good Bourgeat; and if he should have~anything
15 XIV |        fortune if~faith such as Bourgeat's could enter my brain."~ ~