Chapter

1 I |     us go slowly.”~A restless crowd was moving along the boulevard,
2 I |     the door cried out to the crowd of guests:~“Monsieur the
3 I |  forward, gliding through the crowd, brushing against the dancers,
4 II|  colored caps. The odors of a crowd and of rice-powder were
5 II| followed by the shouts of the crowd thronging in the great floating
6 II|       followed by the yelling crowd. But suddenly, they turned
7 II|     them. The language of the crowd was not at all choice, but
8 IV|    men to get weighed among a crowd of spectators. She made
9 IV|       and gaiety arose in the crowd.~Then the young girl picked