Chapter

 1 I  |    box-office.~“Have you a good box?”~“Certainly, M. Forestier.”~
 2 I  |         and accosted an usher.~“Box 17?”~“This way, sir.”~The
 3 I  |  friends were shown into a tiny box, hung and carpeted in red,
 4 IV |     felt as if he would like to box Saint-Potin’s ears. To change
 5 V  |    Lubin’s extract, a sponge, a box of hairpins, a button-hook,
 6 V  |       Moreover, we would have a box.”~When they entered the
 7 V  |         she remained near their box, awaiting a favorable moment.
 8 V  | affright opened the door of the box and fled through the crowd
 9 VII|    Renette. He loaded them. The box is sealed.”~Duroy replied
10 VII|       combatant.~Rival took the box of pistols, and with Boisrenard
11 XIV|       arid, entering, secured a box. Then they repaired to Mme,
12 XV |      She gave him a small black box which resembled a jewel-casket.~