Chap.

 1        1|     crannies—you, a man who never leaves the stalls on a first night!”~“
 2        4|         her throat had lost their leaves, and their stalks alone
 3        6|         on the grass outside, the leaves of which were beginning
 4        6|       sniffed up the scent of the leaves as a young dog might. All
 5        6|     gathering the fruit among the leaves. But Zoe in the meantime
 6        6| intoxicated by the scent of green leaves, and rejoined her Zizi behind
 7        9|           pocket and fingered its leaves feverishly, as though he
 8       11|        shadow of the tender green leaves, a dense line of bookmakers
 9       13|          of buds and flowers. The leaves are to be in yellow and
10       13|         blooming among the golden leaves; it was for him that the
11       14|      dispute with her prince. She leaves her traps at the station;