Chapter

 1 I  | Marquise Obardi’s daughter, the child of Octavia Bardin? Nobody,
 2 II |      awoke before this singular child, so fresh, irritating, and
 3 II |        red as a poppy, the poor child, and she has a frightful
 4 II |      value.~“I am listening, my child,” she said; “what is it?”~
 5 III|    family? Was she not rather a child abandoned by its relations,
 6 III|        go and take a stroll, my child, it is excellent for you.”~
 7 III|         mamma, I am no longer a child, and I have the right to
 8 IV |     little uneasy! That foolish child has gone to sleep leaving
 9 IV |   listen, answer me, Yvette, my child. Oh, my God! my God! what
10 IV |         So he murmured~“My dear child, everyone has hard things