Chapter

 1 I   |          ankle-deep. It was still cold, however; a damp chill filled
 2 IV  |           defeat. Animated by the cold anger of a man who sees
 3 IV  |           and allow it to soak in cold water. When it becomes thoroughly
 4 V   |        affair.”~Day was breaking, cold, cheerless, and gloomy,
 5 VI  |          eyes. To say that he was cold and grave, did not express
 6 VI  |             he thought. “What are cold written phrases in comparison
 7 VII |        had thought neither of the cold nor of the flight of time,
 8 VIII| Montmartre. The weather was still cold and muggy; and a thick fog
 9 X   |           entirely alone, in that cold, damp cell, where not a
10 XII |         real scene than a heap of cold ashes can give the effect
11 XII |  examination began, I’ve felt the cold knife graze my neck at least
12 XV  |        abode.~This proved to be a cold and gloomy attic of medium
13 XV  |          I found him as stiff and cold as if he were dead. It was
14 XIX |          investigations with that cold and determined zeal which
15 XXI |          they would not find some cold meat and a glass of wine