Chapter

 1 Int|       the surface of the stream, water spiders, or white butterflies,
 2 I  |    looked at the court where the water was streaming and remarked: “
 3 I  |       hands as the sun dries the water in marshes. It flowed, fled,
 4 III|       right cast a shadow on the water at its base, and patches
 5 III|   elephant with its trunk in the water; it was the little port
 6 III|         beautiful: light, space, water.~No one spoke. Père Lastique,
 7 III|          over the surface of the water, as if the engulfed orb
 8 III|          chalice containing holy water.~Then came three old cantors,
 9 III|          sprinkling it with holy water, and next began to murmur
10 III|        still sprinkling the holy water, sprinkled some on their
11 III|     haste, and made their mouths water.~A good breakfast was awaiting
12 IV |          thrown herself into the water, no one knew why. Nothing
13 V  |         paddle-wheels struck the water, disturbing its torpor,
14 V  |         gulf, on the edge of the water, at the base of the mountains.
15 V  |       with only a tiny stream of water trickling under the stones,
16 V  | countries, a tiny thread of iced water issuing from a little hole
17 V  |        placed there to guide the water into one’s mouth.~Jeanne
18 V  |          enjoying the fresh cold water, Julien tried to draw Jeanne
19 V  |           and the stream of cold water splashed their faces, their
20 VI |         skin tingle and her eyes water. The sun appeared behind
21 VI |      seen the long green line of water, covered with trails of
22 VI |        splashing into puddles of water, and stumbling against stones
23 VI |  Mediterranean! It is oil, sugar water, bluing water in a washtub.
24 VI |         oil, sugar water, bluing water in a washtub. Look at this
25 XI |       might amuse himself on the water.~They would not let him
26 XI |  floating in oil in a tumbler of water.~It seemed to her that she