Chap.

 1        1|      stalls, their waistcoats cut very low, gardenias in their
 2        1|       the count, whose square–cut, regular–featured face retained
 3        2|       and the funny figure he cut in his struggles with his
 4        4|  complaining.~“Who’s going to cut up my meat for me? I can’
 5        4|   behind his back in order to cut his meat and his bread.
 6        4|       she would have her work cut out for the remainder of
 7        5| defined by the irreproachable cut of a frock coat. Behind
 8        5|      like to see YOU in a low–cut dress,” continued Nana,
 9        5|    pace, joking at the figure cut by the serious, paying admirers
10        7|  despite the nasty way he had cut her when in the company
11        7|      rug for the hearth and a cut–glass hanging lamp.~“I’m
12        7|        Soaked by the rain and cut up by cart wheels, the chalky
13        8|      invited a few friends to cut their Twelfth–Night cake
14        8|   Twelfth–Night cake had been cut and handed round. The bean
15        8|      dirty tricks on I should cut him short with a ‘Monsieur,
16        8|     live women after they had cut off their hair. She admitted
17        8|      room. Her bare feet were cut and bleeding, for they had
18        9| attempt on Fauchery’s part to cut short one of his speeches.~“
19        9|   short one of his speeches.~“Cut it all out then,” he was
20       10|     to slap her; she couldn’t cut herself in two, however
21       11|     think she was the sort to cut old friends? She had come
22       13|    submission. Her every word cut him to the heart so sharply
23       13|     under his very nose. They cut a regular dash with his
24       14|  whose heads she now and then cut off for the sake of a little
25       14|       go and get your throats cut!” muttered Mignon, overcome
26       14|   exclamations, but they were cut short, for a fresh band