Chap.

 1        2|     dressing jacket, which had been ill fastened, Nana had all the
 2        2|       children with no bread, women ill, utterly without assistance,
 3        4|          Nana, who suspected him of ill will, “you’ll pay me out
 4        4|            to carry off La Faloise, ill, sobbing like a child, calling
 5        5|          the middle of this untidy, ill–kept storeroom sat four
 6        5|             Simonne. It was a long, ill–built room under the roof
 7        6|        vague presentiment of coming ill, which frightened her in
 8        7|       excuse being that Louiset was ill and that she was going to
 9        7|          like! I don’t bear him any ill will, because his article
10        7|          lot—he was only feeble and ill. Yes, he was too tired;
11        7| astonishment. Madame had been taken ill with an atrocious sick headache,
12        8|           full of the weariness and ill humor entailed by a night
13        8|            civil attentions laughed ill–temperedly, and when Nana,
14        8|           She especially blamed his ill breeding, pursing up her
15        8|           up her heels in the early ill–shod days. She revisited
16        8|          What part?” he said in his ill–humored tone. “The grand
17        9|        played his part with such an ill grace that they made no
18        9|          feelings are making you so ill, but I’ve had enough of
19       10|             the door. He heard very ill, for the thick portieres
20       10|       little man Louiset was always ill. He was almost three years
21       11|            looking awkward in their ill–fitting collegians’ tunics.
22       11|               My dear, it’s made me ill,” she said dolorously. “
23       12|   miscarriage was mentioned he felt ill in his turn! Oh, it’s true
24       12|           then?” she asked. “You’re ill too.”~“No,” he answered
25       12|         voice he exclaimed:~“You’re ill. What’s the good of tiring
26       12|            But this time the little ill was serious.~Muffat withdrew,
27       13|    petticoats.~“My poor pet, you’re ill! D’you offer me your hand
28       14|           aware that Nana was lying ill upstairs he affected sentiment
29       14|    exasperated.~“Please don’t speak ill of the Prussians! They are
30       14|             a dull thread of coming ill possessed them. On the boulevard