Chapter

 1 II  |     end of the pier. He felt better, and glad to have understood,
 2 III |      as good as they, if not better. If by any means he could
 3 III |       nothing. I mean he has better luck than you.”~He tossed
 4 III | declared: “I like that noise better than a pistol-shot.”~Pierre,
 5 III |    pleasure with it. He felt better now, less impatient, less
 6 IV  |   and appealed to his wife’s better memory.~“In what year was
 7 IV  |  remember. You ought to know better than I.”~She did in fact
 8 V   | candle towards him to see it better; then, he murmured in a
 9 VI  |    it is nothing—I shall get better directly—it is nothing.”~
10 VI  |   really decide; I cannot do better, I am sure.”~They went down
11 VI  |     brother could not find a better.”~He laughed aloud, a hard,
12 VIII|   sacrifice? Would it not be better to keep this money in trust,
13 VIII|     turned to Jean:~“You had better go to call him, my child;