Chap.

 1        1|       dear fellow; she’s a low lot! The public will show her
 2        2|        it was they cost such a lot and that you could only
 3        2|     tongues hanging out like a lot of bowwows sitting round
 4        4|       in the world. Oh, a nice lot they are!”~Vandeuvres did
 5        4|       to go and invite a dirty lot like that.”~Then she pointed
 6        4|        chucking all that dirty lot out of the house! And with
 7        5|        unpleasant odor. What a lot of men it must have held!
 8        5|     violent terms of the dirty lot waiting at the porter’s
 9        7|        with fellows who were a lot slyer than her greenhorn
10        7|         you bet they’re a nice lot, those honest women!”~But
11        7|      he was not angry with his lot—he was only feeble and ill.
12        8| disgust. “Ah, they’re a pretty lot those tradesmen! Do they
13        8|      they were a regular cheap lot, in spite of their airs
14        8|      worth more than the whole lot of them!~“They can have
15        8|     The bean had fallen to the lot of Mme Lerat, who popped
16        8|     she’s so lean! What a foul lot! What a foul lot!”~She was
17        8|        a foul lot! What a foul lot!”~She was choking, and she
18        8|       yes! I know her. A smart lot, eh? They do just fight
19        8|      head over ears and a good lot of swells, too, playing
20        9|  broken it off with that dirty lot before coming and squirming
21        9| forward.~“Aren’t they a pretty lot?” he muttered. “You can
22        9|       got to undergo with that lot, Monsieur le Comte. Each
23        9| players all the same, a scabby lot, always mixed up in some
24       10|      table.~“You bloody clumsy lot!” cried Nana.~The footman
25       10|      the people? A nice filthy lot of people! She knew ‘em;
26       11|       seen the last of the old lot! Mustn’t play her off on
27       11|      the most defective of the lot, a horse nobody would have
28       11|   horsecloths. And, oh, what a lot of men on the graveled sidewalks,
29       11|        hairdresser and a whole lot of other men. How polite,
30       11| himself up in the place with a lot of petroleum. And it blazed!
31       12|   having, as she said, a whole lot of things on hand. A look
32       13|       not my fault! Am I a bad lot, eh? I give away all I’ve
33       14|    Just look! Just look what a lot of people!” The night was
34       14|     room up there!~“And what a lot of pleasures bloody well
35       14|       s traps?” Then she had a lot of tin, besides—something