Chap.

1        2|     the richest. You cannot picture to yourself anything like
2        3|     add a last touch to the picture, La Faloise whispered something
3       10|     dead.”~“And I can still picture your shop. Your mother was
4       11|     other hand, looking the picture of freshness and gaiety,
5       13| state of things; a horrible picture of Nana in Philippe’s arms
6       14|    hers. Paris would always picture her thus—would see her shining