Chap.

1        1|        swaying hips. Under the crude gaslight, round the pale,
2        1|      couched in phraseology so crude that Hector de la Faloise
3        2|     and gilded chairs formed a crude contrast therein to the
4        2| herself.~“You bet,” was Nana’s crude answer; “they’re swine;
5        3|        Its style struck him as crude, not to say fantastically
6        5|  mirror flooded her with warm, crude light.~“Has he arrived?”
7        6|    impart to him the following crude witticism about Estelle: “
8        7|   seemed to shine again in the crude light of the reflectors
9       11|       possession, triumphed in crude phrases:~“Oh, by God, it’