Letter

 1 Introd   |        the children through the fire to Moloch, or the description
 2 XVIII    |      roast our bones before the fire while telling our heart
 3 XXVI     |        ten o’clock. There was a fire at my wood-seller’s. The
 4 XXXI     |      awaken at the warmth of my fire. They had installed themselves
 5 LXXIV    |         for there is a splendid fire and abandon in these improvisations;
 6 LXXXV    |        the last spark of poetic fire has been extinguished in
 7 LXXXVI   |         with eyes of velvet and fire, talking at thirty months
 8 CLXXXVIII|       as the chimney has caught fire.~Well, I must tell you an
 9 CXCV     |          and the people who set fire to Paris are less punished
10 CCXLIV   |         throwing Nanon into the fire, as I was ready to do, when
11 CCLXX    | spitting and coughing beside my fire, I muse over my youth. I
12 CCCII    |         of throwing it into the fire; for it is long and diffuse