Chap.

 1        1| laundress, began to knock off a mad cancan, Simonne, who was
 2        4|       fellow capable of growing mad against a woman and of destroying
 3        4|      that she was shaken with a mad fit of laughter. She left
 4        6|    Madame must really be raving mad. For now the rain was coming
 5        6|       which was as violent as a mad fit. She would carry off
 6        8|   though inhabited by a pack of mad cats. On the mornings when
 7        8|       were sure to send the men mad. And so she watched the
 8        9|        What next? Was she going mad? He began explaining to
 9        9|        what?” said she. “You’re mad, my dear!”~And with that
10       10|        of gallant notoriety and mad expenditure and that daredevil
11       10|         Philip Augustus. He was mad for ruin and thought it
12       10|    sudden fits of unwisdom, her mad bravado. Still the lady’
13       11|       the other women, who were mad at her triumph, simply perish
14       11|         himself! Is he still as mad about it as ever?”~Thereupon
15       12|     this he grew vexed.~“You’re mad; come to bed!”~He fancied
16       13|       disagreement; he had been mad with jealousy of Philippe,
17       13|        was overcome by the same mad excitement, and, pushing
18       13|       whose enjoyment drove him mad with jealousy? It was the
19       13|     turned thief now! They were mad in that family! She ceased
20       13|         a hell, a house full of mad people, in which every hour
21       13|       deceived the count, going mad over some monstrous fancy
22       13|        she would very nearly go mad and would smash everything,
23       14|         when Bordenave, who was mad after advertisement, kept
24       14|        was up with her? Was she mad about the emperor? Were