Chap.

 1        5|        himself disgustedly.~“What filthy weather!” he growled.~Simonne
 2        8|          in a manner so furiously filthy and untidy that the lodgings
 3        8|        after Satin! It was a nice filthy business for one to be poking
 4        8|           a cup of tea.~“Here’s a filthy mess,” he cried after dipping
 5        9|       kept her dressing room in a filthy state. Chipped jugs stood
 6        9|          it’s hardly clean here—a filthy mess, eh? Yet you may believe
 7       10|           all that is foolish and filthy in man, marquise in the
 8       10|           would teach her to pick filthy things like that out of
 9       10| everything for the people? A nice filthy lot of people! She knew ‘
10       13|     wildly fanciful and extremely filthy discussion of it. Laughing
11       13|            as though he were some filthy thing she could not show
12       14|        with a great big nigger! A filthy passion this, which had