Chap.

 1        1|    circle, the lower boxes were buried in utter night. In those
 2        4|        the black coats appeared buried between the light–colored
 3        4|       who had slipped in slyly, buried his head in a pillow and,
 4        7|       was cold and deserted and buried in melancholy shadow. He
 5        7|        roast bird, she went and buried herself under the bedclothes
 6        7|         up against a door as he buried his face in his wet hands.
 7        7| departure. When showers fell he buried himself in a corner of the
 8        8|      trice was snoring. But she buried her face in the pillow and
 9        8|        dark hole, in which they buried live women after they had
10        9|      the narrow court which was buried in shadow. A canary, whose
11       11|         myosotis that they were buried up to their shoulders.~“
12       12|        he burst out sobbing and buried his face in the bedclothes
13       12|          Blotted out, done for, buried—that’s what’s the matter
14       13|        one great stab he simply buried them in his breast.~Nana,
15       13|     herself athwart a divan and buried her face in a cushion. The
16       14|       the bench, his face still buried in his handkerchief. The