Part,  Chapter

 1     I,       I|       white bear's fur, and on his arm, bundled up in rich velvet
 2     I,      IV|        still held the child on his arm, and, coming toward me,
 3     I,      IV|               With that he took my arm, and holding it tight, as
 4     I,      XI|           the pressure of his iron arm, I knew at once that he
 5    II,       I|           and with that I took his arm and we went down.~ ~Near
 6    II,     VII|          the new Benedict gave his arm to his bride. Baron Muckicza
 7    II,     VII|              Darf ich Ihnen meinen Arm bieten, mein Fräulein,"
 8    II,     VII|              and taking hold of my arm, he asked, "Who was it?
 9    II,      XV|       hammer. I had just lifted my arm with the sword, when someone
10    II,    XVII|           cried, taking hold of my arm with both hands, and clinging
11    II,    XVII| disappeared, with the child on her arm, through the tapestry portière