Chapter

 1 I  | composure.~“You have no head, my poor Muscade, I am steadier than
 2 II |      this name Yvette awoke: “My poor Muscade, can you think of
 3 II |          and pears, malmsey,- -a poor wine.] Argenteuil, for she
 4 II |      been seeking adventures, my poor Muscade?”~He was dazzled
 5 II |          up in her heart for the poor insect which was so tiny
 6 II |       from all mouths, while the poor pianist, bewildered, paddled,
 7 II |       was as red as a poppy, the poor child, and she has a frightful
 8 III|    daughter of a prince? Had her poor mother, betrayed and deserted,
 9 III|    person is only a nursemaid, a poor girl, with fifty francs
10 III|        to sob and stammered:~“My poor little girl, my poor little
11 III|          My poor little girl, my poor little girl, if you knew,
12 IV |      rope; it was so common, the poor man’s way of suicide, ridiculous
13 IV |         mean?”~She murmured: “My poor Muscade, I was so unhappy.”~