Chap.

 1        3|           open–eyed. Lost among the petticoats, M. Venot was his own small
 2        5|           forgotten among a heap of petticoats trailing on the floor. This
 3        5| bewilderment over the wild whirl of petticoats eddying at the foot of the
 4        6|          being blown away while her petticoats streamed out behind her,
 5        6|      consisting of a shift and some petticoats with a dressing jacket.~“
 6        8|           the floor at her feet and petticoats which had been bemired last
 7        8|         amid this whelming flood of petticoats.~“I say, their stew’s very
 8        8|             terminating in sobs, of petticoats rustling along the walls,
 9       10|            at–the–heel boots, dirty petticoats and a hat utterly ruined
10       12|            in his corner behind the petticoats. Mme Hugon, though weary
11       13|       unable to finish tying on her petticoats.~“My poor pet, you’re ill!