Chap.

1        1|    the sidewalk, where the passers–by were crossing the now–
2        7|    was no sound of voices. Passers–by elbowed him at every
3        7|  At this hour of the night passers–by were becoming few and
4        7|   a bird of darkness. When passers–by met him on the pavement
5        8|  deigned to smile when the passers–by on the sidewalk turned
6       10|   calling: “Satin, Satin!”~Passers–by turned their heads; the
7       13| yield to friends, to stray passers–by, like a good–natured