Chap.

 1        1|      back of the grotto. He was holding the famous net with iron
 2        2|  sitting on the top of a trunk, holding a huge bouquet on his knees
 3        6|         he contented himself by holding out his whip and muttering, “’
 4        7|  solitary at the vast table and holding a green newspaper in his
 5        7|         ragpickers’ baskets for holding toothpicks, Vendome columns
 6        7|       leave!” shouted a waiter, holding a dish of iced cheese in
 7        7|  slightly rumpled laces she was holding one of her bare feet between
 8        8|       into a doorway and, still holding her little basket in one
 9        8|       up in the morning she was holding Fontain in her naked arms
10        8|       that moment they had been holding carefully up, and begin
11        9|     melancholy way. Cossard was holding up his manuscript against
12       11|          It enchanted him to be holding the blue silk sunshade with
13       11|      the door a stable help was holding a horse, Cosinus, round
14       11|         as though everyone were holding his breath. White faces
15       11| Bordenave peaceably, for though holding up Louiset, he had taken