Chap.

 1        1|     taken up there—she was so drunk.”~“As for me,” said the
 2        1|       the two cousins, having drunk their beer, wanted to go
 3        1|     blazed, as though he were drunk with success.~“You’re good
 4        4|   actors. Old Bosc was always drunk; Prulliere was fond of spitting
 5        4|       however, which had been drunk ever since the soup course,
 6        4|        said Foucarmont, “I’ve drunk every imaginable kind of
 7        4|      bit. I can’t make myself drunk. I’ve tried and I can’t.”~
 8        4|      bit. I can’t make myself drunk.”~For some moments past
 9        4|    the sideboard. He was dead drunk. Louise Violaine was beside
10        4|   Come, come, my lass, you’re drunk,” said Vandeuvres, growing
11        4|     stay where she was.~“I am drunk—it’s quite likely! But I
12        5| glasses of champagne they had drunk had increased their intoxication.
13        6|      nights. Whenever she had drunk anything she became so amorous
14        8|   evening when the prince had drunk Fontan’s champagne they
15       10|   playing your father came in drunk. Oh, so drunk!”~At this
16       10|  father came in drunk. Oh, so drunk!”~At this point Vandeuvres
17       10|  laundress; Daddy used to get drunk, and he died of it! There!
18       11|      what I’m saying now! I’m drunk.”~And drunk, indeed, drunk
19       11|   saying now! I’m drunk.”~And drunk, indeed, drunk with joy,
20       11|    drunk.”~And drunk, indeed, drunk with joy, drunk with sunshine,
21       11|       indeed, drunk with joy, drunk with sunshine, she still
22       14|       voices broke; they were drunk with a fever of excitement