Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  IV | The marbles rose from this mass of dark hats and shoulders,
 2   II,  I  |   happiness,~is now only a mass of frightful decay! Oh,
 3   II,  II |  in the park. Their somber mass appeared like a great island,
 4   II,  II |   hairpins into the golden mass.~And Bertin, from his position,
 5   II,  III|     never failed to attend mass at one o’clock on Sundays,
 6   II,  V  |    the back of her neck, a mass of blond hair, mingled with
 7   II,  V  | thrust his hands among the mass, among all that which spoke
 8   II,  V  |    coffin in which lay the mass of piled-up envelopes, on
 9   II,  VI | one felt the presence of a mass of moving, over-excited
10   II,  VI |   destruction, and on that mass of papers, already half