Chap.

1        1|      gods, this dragging in the mud of their Olympus, this mock
2        7|     rolling through a stream of mud. The country, he thought,
3        7|     gazing upward amid the foul mud and faint decaying smell
4        8| armchairs and stained them with mud. They had long gossips together
5        8|      she despised more than the mud in the street. In the Rue
6       10|      queen had tumbled into the mud! Nana listened, feeling
7       13|        reduced him to a heap of mud at a street corner.~Meanwhile
8       14|      assumed the grayish hue of mud; and on that formless pulp,