Chap.

 1        3|      this gaiety and put her handkerchief up to her lips. And in the
 2        4|  somebody had just taken his handkerchief, and with drunken obstinacy
 3        4| ceased not to search for his handkerchief.~Then Foucarmont, being
 4        4|   muttered. “You’ve taken my handkerchief. Well then, give it back!”~“
 5        4|    He’s dreeing us with that handkerchief of his!” she cried. “Why,
 6        4|   see if she were hiding his handkerchief in her bosom. Soon, as there
 7        5|     his face with his pocket handkerchief and added:~“I am now going
 8        9|     observed—and pressed his handkerchief to his mouth and gazed at
 9       10|     pair of gloves, a fallen handkerchief, an open book, lay scattered
10       10|    presents! Zoe plugged her handkerchief into her eyes. She carried
11       11|      woman had taken out her handkerchief. Then she dabbed it over
12       13|      would throw her scented handkerchief to the far end of the room,
13       14|     sat hiding his face in a handkerchief. On arriving Fauchery had
14       14|    it he came there with his handkerchief up to his face. Every half–
15       14|     face still buried in his handkerchief. The others burst into exclamations,
16       14|      burying his face in his handkerchief. A carriage had stopped