Chap.

 1        1|         the verb “I love” twenty times. The finale was more appreciated:
 2        2|       seen this woman a score of times, only she made believe never
 3        3|         his “first year.” In old times she had been a dear friend
 4        4|     chucked him downstairs three times. You know, I’m disgusted
 5        4|         we shall have even nicer times now. Come tomorrow, and
 6        5|         They’ve knocked!”~“Three times!” said Simonne when she
 7        5| Directeur had met her a score of times without making remarks.
 8        6|     Chouard, he was watching for times and seasons. But among all
 9        6|          At night, more than ten times running, she would leave
10        7|   repeated to herself a score of times daily a whole string of
11        8|       told one another a hundred times or more, while they gave
12        8|   everything, glory included. At times Prulliere and Fontan lolled
13        8|      waiting for more prosperous times, but the thought that Fontan
14        8|         the cafe waiters, and at times they would stop and chat
15        8|          GYMNASE some half–score times and in the deepening night
16        8|      bade it defiance a score of times?~Now it so happened that
17       10|       was to come only at stated times. In a word, he was to repose
18       10|        she said.~In these latter times, whenever she dined at Laure’
19       10|         dress she had worn three times. Their quarrels always ended
20       11|         had come true a score of times already, and people called
21       12|       and fetch him two or three times a week and would anxiously
22       12|      said Mme Chantereau. In old times these solemnities took place
23       13|     presented himself a score of times since the day he had refused
24       13|   definitely got rid of. A dozen times she had put his money aside
25       13|          the same details twenty times over, picked up the bloodstained
26       13|   jealous of the past and apt at times to dream of a day of redemption
27       13|          yet spoke to no one.~At times, however, Count Muffat was
28       13|       you dirty screw?”~At other times he was a dog. She would
29       13|     nervousness, which verged at times on laughter. Then the thought
30       13|     countess or baroness a dozen times over and more, if I’d consented.
31       14|          most roaring jolly good times with soldiers. Oh, they