Chapter

 1 I  | efforts, gasping in the fatal air. Old Roland took the basket
 2 I  |     sides, with the satisfied air of a proprietor.~He was
 3 II |       noisy. The rather sharp air of the seacoast kissed his
 4 II |    came out to get some fresh air. And you?”~Jean began to
 5 II |      I too came out for fresh air.” And Pierre sat down by
 6 III|   inspected them with a lofty air, measuring the height of
 7 III|    took up the bottle with an air of indifference, and holding
 8 III|     sugary sting of the fixed air as it evaporated.~Gradually
 9 V  |  window and breathe the fresh air, and as he stood there a
10 V  |   would amuse him, change the air of his thoughts, and give
11 V  | breeze, and breathed with the air itself.~Pierre walked among
12 VI |       timid natures. The warm air, fragrant with sea-coast
13 IX |      must speak.~“Very little air comes in through those little
14 IX |     There was not a breath of air; it was one of those crisp,