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 1 I   |          the long gallery~of the old masters; but in that year,
 2 II  |          studio.~ ~"How are you, old rascal?" said the painter.~ ~
 3 II  |  portraits."~ ~And with that the old Dutch log of wood who passed
 4 II  | portrait-painting. Well, yes!"~ ~Old Elie descended the staircase
 5 III |       starting in Paris, selling old~pictures and living on the
 6 III |   Fougeres would fain have taken old Magus in his arms; he regarded
 7 IV  |        of mist; they looked like old~daubs. Magus was out, and
 8 IV  |         and the~poverty of their old friend; and they caused
 9 IV  |         the other two women, one old, one young, in~tears. A
10 IV  |       black; but he had added an old woman to the young one of~
11 IV  |       being managed solely by an old charwoman.~For all amusement
12 V   |         always been told," cried old Vervelle, "that artists
13 VI  |       way; they are money,"~said old Vervelle.~ ~At the third
14 VII |       artist among us."~ ~Little old Vervelle himself rolled
15 VII |       also retired merchants, an old uncle~(from whom were expectations),
16 VIII|          about Paris to meet his old comrades and have the happiness