Part,  Chapter

 1     I,      II|   into fragments, pushing the unhappy train into the chasm below,
 2     I,      II|    much feel our hurts. These unhappy victims, frightened as they
 3     I,      II| silken strip tight around the unhappy woman's wrist, her despairing
 4     I,      II|  opened for more victims. The unhappy young husband had succeeded
 5     I,     III|       Paradise? What had that unhappy mother done? or all these
 6     I,       V|        and how she loved that unhappy boy! She was more his mother
 7    II,      II|   belonging to that large and unhappy class we term lunatics,
 8    II,      IV|    the brim with love for the unhappy man - so much so that she
 9    II,    XVII|  there is no need of my being unhappy, and giving way to despair;
10    II,    XVII|   without wealth, and be very unhappy with it; but I owe him this.~ ~