Chap.

 1        1|        peep into the theater. A street boy came up whistling and
 2        1| ugliness peculiar to a Parisian street child, she nonetheless appeared
 3        3|        more. On the side of the street its frontage seemed to slumber,
 4        4|        as thin and vicious as a street child, yet on the high road
 5        4|      deserted roadway a gang of street sweepers passed with a clatter
 6        5|        exhibiting a bear in the street. In a voice tremulous with
 7        7|         come out, and the empty street was bathed in white light.
 8        7|   plunged into a dark and empty street. It was the Rue Rossini,
 9        7|         lifted his eyes up it a street corner. He had reached his
10        7|  waiting for at that particular street corner. He kept stumbling
11        7|         was increasing, and the street was becoming insufferable.
12        8|        he should see her in the street with a dressing jacket and
13        8|  astounded at seeing her in the street at that hour of the morning
14        8|       linger an hour out in the street to see that he did not murder
15        8|      Rue Mosnier, a silent, new street in the Quartier de l’Europe,
16        8|   knowing what to do out in the street, the pair went up to Laure’
17        8|        more than the mud in the street. In the Rue des Martyrs
18        8|     took place nightly when the street lamps had just been lit.
19        8|        sent forth into the open street. Till eleven at night they
20        8|         and from one end of the street to the other, just as in
21        8|       the foot of a small empty street in the Batignolles found
22        8|         When she was out in the street her first thought was to
23       10|        dwellers in the solitary street. Since her niece’s magnificent
24       10|     enjoyed triumphs in her own street. She was delighted when
25       10|   turned their heads; the whole street stared. Satin had drawn
26       10|       with Chantilly, while the street smiled at the coachman’s
27       10|  sentimental regret for her old street existence.~That day there
28       10|      figure he cuts down in the street!” The two women leaned upon
29       10|        a laugh, after which the street boys would throw stones
30       12|       come up out of the common street and were sweeping the relics
31       12|        mob of people; the whole street must be allowed to enter
32       13|         up by ragpickers in the street. She could not see any very
33       13|        think her as clumsy as a street porter? And all of a sudden
34       13|       could be picked up in the street, and men a good deal smarter,
35       13|         picking up girls at the street corners. Coming back in
36       13|       slap his face in the open street.”~For an hour Labordette
37       13|          in the open air of the street, he would weep occasionally
38       13|       him to a heap of mud at a street corner.~Meanwhile the goldsmiths