Chapter

 1 I   | packed in rows, four or five deep. And masts innumerable;
 2 I   |     attend to business.”~The deep silence which succeeded
 3 I   |      her lips to smother her deep sobs.~The doctor murmured:~“
 4 I   |   first some dry biscuits in deep tin boxes, those crisp,
 5 I   |       Mme. Roland, sunk in a deep chair, seemed lost in reminiscences
 6 II  |      great river.~Out on the deep water, the limitless water,
 7 III |      helped himself from the deep dish in the middle of the
 8 V   |      mouth open, was sunk in deep, animal slumbers. His beard
 9 V   |    clock, and its tone was a deep and solemn one, as though
10 V   |    the room, Jean, sunk in a deep arm-chair, with his legs
11 VI  |    but seemed racked by some deep and dreadful grief. Her
12 VII |    slam roused Jean from the deep stupor into which he had
13 VIII|      his heart, the shock of deep feeling which comes of a
14 VIII|       which testified to his deep respect for the sum and
15 VIII|    she was silent; then with deep regret she said:~“How happy
16 VIII|      sick heart swelled with deep emotion. She could not have
17 VIII| closed upon her she heaved a deep sigh, as if that bolt had