Chap.

 1        5| Mademoiselle Simonne!”~Simonne flung a fur–lined pelisse briskly
 2        5|   journalist was tired and had flung himself back into the recesses
 3        6|         Dirty doings and money flung about like one o’clock!
 4        7|      with a brisk movement she flung wide the bedroom door. Whereupon
 5        8|       return upstairs that she flung herself down on the bed
 6       11|     popularity. But La Faloise flung his arms up, crying:~“I’
 7       11|  supreme effort Price had just flung Nana past the post, thus
 8       13|        eyes, and with that she flung her arms tenderly round
 9       13|     eaten a box of sweet–meats flung into her lap between mealtimes.
10       13|         He waxed pale, and she flung her arms round his neck
11       13|       to his appeal, the count flung his arms round the little
12       13|         and in her anguish she flung herself athwart a divan
13       14|     Lucy, who felt suffocated, flung wide the window and leaned