Chapter

 1 I    |        have supposed oneself a hundred leagues from Paris, had
 2 II   |   Fruitless labor! There are a hundred thousand people in Paris
 3 II   |     problems, at the rate of a hundred francs a month.~But a season
 4 II   |      him to obtain five or six hundred francs from London. Two
 5 III  |       of his approach.~About a hundred yards from the Poivriere,
 6 IV   |        his mind had not been a hundred leagues away. “No, I am
 7 VII  |       at the station-house. My hundred and thirty-six francs and
 8 VII  |      the table.~“Here are your hundred and thirty-six francs and
 9 X    |        every one of the eleven hundred thousand men who constantly
10 XI   |   coldly, “worth more than two hundred thousand francs, and honest
11 XIII |    perplexity.”~“Ah! you are a hundred times right!” exclaimed
12 XIV  |      of police, promised him a hundred sous over and above the
13 XV   | regular fare, would be worth a hundred sous; so you see I’ve still
14 XV   |     driver had been promised a hundred sous’ gratuity.~Father Absinthe
15 XVI  |      would be willing to bet a hundred to one in his favor.”~A
16 XVI  |        and twenty agents, or a hundred if need be, search Paris,
17 XVI  |        come even if he lives a hundred leagues away.~Such is the
18 XVII |       those persons who live a hundred years. And what an old wretch
19 XVII |        the pleasant sum of one hundred and sixty-seven thousand
20 XVII |      sixty-seven thousand five hundred and thirty francs, all expenses
21 XVIII|         I will no longer bet a hundred to one on May,” thought
22 XIX  |    parties; but a robbery of a hundred and sixty thousand francs
23 XIX  |   doubt Gevrol’s honesty. If a hundred thousand francs were counted
24 XXI  |       square. This was about a hundred paces from the police station
25 XXI  |   establishment to enter one a hundred paces distant. Turned out
26 XXII |          He had walked about a hundred yards when suddenly he stopped