Part, Chapter

1  I, 9 |       even smelt the odour of the lining—a mixture of verbena and
2 II, 5 |        waistcoat now never wanted lining, nor his shirt buttons,
3 III, 1|  banknotes, like a cuirass in the lining of her corset.~On leaving
4 III, 2| sensations.~She was unpicking the lining of a dress, and the strips
5 III, 5|           fallals! What! silk for lining at two francs, when you
6 III, 7|           if it were a bag in the lining that had come unnailed.~“