Chapter

 1 Int | scattered huts amid the sour grass, beneath rocks of basalt;
 2 I   |    swallowed like a blade of grass; and yet it was a lion.
 3 III |  base, and patches of sunlit grass here and there varied its
 4 III |    numerous as the blades of grass, were uttering their thin,
 5 III |     chilliness. There was no grass, owing to the lack of sunlight,
 6 IV  |   take a short stroll on the grass in front of the house.”~
 7 VI  |   the same country, the same grass, the same trees as in May?
 8 VI  |      the poetry of the green grass, where dandelions, poppies
 9 VI  |    drove in round an immense grass plot, and drew up before
10 IX  |     stirring, not a blade of grass, not a leaf. All seemed
11 IX  | whips lay on the beaten-down grass. So they had no doubt sat
12 X   |  almost effaced now that the grass was sprouting anew. They
13 X   |     was still sparse and the grass damp, they used to meet
14 X   |   whistled, moaned, laid the grass and the young crops low
15 XIII|     distance.~As soon as the grass began to grow again, a young
16 XIV |  when she knelt in the thick grass beside Aunt Lison, each