Chapter

 1 II  |           against his breast like a child terrified by a phantom. “
 2 II  |            much suffering?”~“Am I a child?” said Matho. “Do you think
 3 VII |            the bird’s blood and the child’s were scattered in the
 4 X   |        resting on the shoulder of a child who walked before him, while
 5 XI  | ungovernable curiosity; and, like a child laying his hand upon a strange
 6 XII |         torture of the captives was child’s play. Why spare them,
 7 XIII|           scared. An old man with a child was yonder in the courts,
 8 XIII|             corner of the room.~The child remained in the centre standing
 9 XIII|            block of marble, and her child was carried with the bed
10 XIII|             among the slaves a male child from eight to nine years
11 XIII|             boy.~He was a miserable child, at once lean and bloated;
12 XIII|        pride, the Suffet dipped the child into it, and, like a slave
13 XIII|              was as pale as he. The child, dazzled by such splendour,
14 XIII|       afraid of losing him, and the child, who was hurt, wept a little
15 XIII|             pots; he exclaimed:~“My child!”~Hamilcar threw himself
16 XIII|        reared him! he calls him ‘my child!’ it will make him mad!
17 XIII|    unfastened Hannibal’s cords. The child in exasperation bit his
18 XIII|           flagon of pure water; the child awoke before the statue
19 XIII|            terror, thrust forward a child; then a little black mass
20 XIII|           foot. When the fourteenth child was brought every one could
21 XIII|           longer. Every time that a child was placed in them the priests
22 XIV |          for him, and the weaker, a child perhaps, who had been picked
23 XV  |         crowd burst out laughing.~A child rent his ear; a young girl,