Chapter

 1 III|   fellow wore the finest of boots. See that imprint, how clear,
 2 V  | woolen overcoat: as for his boots—”~“Zounds!” exclaimed Gevrol, “
 3 VI |    hanging in rags over his boots, which were very much trodden
 4 VI |     It was noticed that his boots had been blackened quite
 5 VII|    prisoner to take off his boots.~Lecoq thought the assassin’
 6 VII| down and drew off his heavy boots. The heel of the right one
 7 VII|    with mud.~“You only wear boots on Sundays, then?” remarked
 8 XII|     the coarse, ill-fitting boots you wore were removed, and
 9 XII|    since I had taken off my boots. My feet were red and swollen,
10 XII| only owned a single pair of boots, and that was an old cast-off
11 XX |     by a leather strap. His boots betrayed a familiar acquaintance