Chapter

 1 II   |    here, my child, you will be cold near the window.”~Duroy
 2 II   |        Varenne’s was moist and cold and slipped through his
 3 II   |      his fingers; Walter’s was cold and soft, without life,
 4 VII  |   hands, Rival said: “It is as cold as Siberia. Is all well?”~“
 5 VIII |   setting; you will catch more cold and that would be a serious
 6 VIII |   sheer madness! You will take cold.”~He persisted: “No, I am
 7 IX   |     said to himself: “I am too cold. I am stupid. I should make
 8 XII  |       toward him. Her face was cold and severe.~“Sir,” said
 9 XIV  |    pensive and grave.~It was a cold, autumn day. The pedestrians
10 XV   |       the house; you will take cold.”~“So much the better; if
11 XVIII| bedroom, filled the basin with cold water and bathed his head.