Chap.

 1        4|          friends to be happy:~“He’s dying of it, you know, only he’
 2        5|            Noire masqueraders, were dying of thirst and in a great
 3        5|          with black and burning and dying for very love. Meanwhile
 4        6|           to feed this evening? I’m dying of hunger. I haven’t dined.”~
 5        6|      charming evening. The fire was dying out amid glowing embers,
 6        6|           moon and robins and a lad dying of love for her. Great God,
 7        6|      accents that she was afraid of dying. She would often croon a
 8        8| conversation vexed her, and she was dying to tell this honest lady
 9        8|        courtesans around her slowly dying of it every day, she recalled
10       10|            set of sapphires she was dying to possess. As he had already
11       10|            since the afternoon, was dying out in glowing embers. It
12       12|          she did so.~“I’m afraid of dying! I’m afraid of dying!” He
13       12|             of dying! I’m afraid of dying!” He had all the trouble
14       13|  noiselessly. A faint pink glow was dying out on the ceiling of the
15       13|            in the kitchen they were dying of laughter. The coachman
16       13|           little pig at that moment dying in hospital, so terribly
17       14|             then she finds her baby dying of smallpox. The baby dies
18       14|         After February I was simply dying of starvation—yes, I, Gaga.