Chap.

 1        1|           places. Everyone took his seat again with an animated look
 2        1|           out in order to leave his seat to the visitors, was back
 3        1|             who had not quitted his seat, so stupefying was the state
 4        1|              sitting on a moss–clad seat, called Mars to her. Never
 5        1|      schoolboy half lifted from his seat by passion. Curiosity led
 6        3|        Paris should run. Behind her seat her husband, a magistrate,
 7        3|          had risen briskly from her seat in order to go and greet
 8        3|            as she sat in her wonted seat, silent, her eyes fixed
 9        4|             very glad to resume his seat and to begin eating with
10        4|          Labordette had vacated his seat, and the women had returned
11        5|             of things, while on his seat, high up, the curtain man
12        6|            Gaga, filling up a whole seat and half smothering La Faloise
13        6|            Steiner and on a bracket seat in front of her that poor,
14        6|             brought her down to the seat again. Caroline Hequet in
15        6|     perching stiffly on the bracket seat, was bidding them be quiet,
16        6|       turned round and knelt on the seat while they leaned over the
17        8| conversation. Laure had resumed her seat and once more settled herself
18        8|             more. She even kept her seat for some moments, as she
19        9|          kept shifting about in his seat. Every few minutes he itched
20        9|         Bosc slowly returned to his seat, dragging one foot after
21        9|           perspiringly resuming his seat. Then he, too, took up his
22        9|          the blood–red straw of the seat underneath her. Seeing him
23       10|             brought her back to her seat.~“How silly of you!” said
24       11|        seated opposite on the front seat among such a mountain of
25       11|       Charles, who sat on the front seat, looking awkward in their
26       11|            Lea de Horn on the lofty seat of a mail coach, where a
27       11|         round, to see Mignon on the seat. She vanished from view
28       11|          aware of it Nana, upon her seat, had begun jerking her hips
29       11|          Nana, looming large on the seat of her landau, fancied that
30       12|          and that not a single rout seat would have come in without