Chapter

 1   Pre|      labour of rendering some four hundred pages of a Magyar masterpiece
 2     I|         rise superior to him for a hundred florins," said the gipsy,
 3     I|      repeated once more -~ ~"For a hundred florins I don't mind doing
 4     I|      something like a sob -~ ~"The hundred florins!"~ ~"What hundred
 5     I|          hundred florins!"~ ~"What hundred florins?" inquired the humorous
 6     I|              I said I'd give you a hundred florins? Nonsense, sir.
 7     I| unintelligible.~ ~"Well, take your hundred florins," said the frightened
 8     I|           it. Look! here's another hundred. Don't take on so; it has
 9     I|            income of a mouldy four hundred thousand francs. Now, I
10     I|        face. And so my mouldy four hundred thousand francs have all
11     I|        only a matter of one or two hundred thousand livres or so, a
12    II|      undigested debt of some three hundred thousand francs or so?"~ ~"
13    II|           for a matter of a paltry hundred thousand francs or two?"~ ~"
14    II|     straight.~ ~"You require three hundred thousand francs," continued
15    II|         idea of paying me back six hundred thousand instead of that
16    II|         for my dear departed three hundred thousand francs. But let
17   III|           of wine, and more than a hundred heads broken for fun. He
18   III|          his whip. Only when three hundred paces had been traversed
19   III|         the wind. And now only two hundred paces were between them
20   III|       Kingship immediately. Only a hundred paces more. 'Tis all over;
21   III|     quicker than himself. He had a hundred good reasons for it at the
22   III|       Martin had scarce advanced a hundred paces among the reeds when
23   III|         back in astonishment. "One hundred and twenty thousand florins!
24    IV|           week she purchased three hundred florins' worth of lace from
25    IV|       considerably more than three hundred florins. Aunt Teresa was
26     V|       destitute. She received five hundred florins a year from an insurance
27   VII|         thus making a total of one hundred and eight thousand florins,
28   VII|            my younger brother, two hundred thousand florins, which
29   VII|          sigh of relief, as if two hundred thousand stones had been
30   VII|           his heart with these two hundred thousand florins. He had
31    IX|         Monsieur Griffard the last hundred thousand florins of the
32    IX|          Abellino not one, but two hundred thousand florins, for which,
33    IX|         delight.~ ~So now he had a hundred thousand more florins than
34    IX|         portrait in at least three hundred different ways, and sent
35    IX|           it is three thousand six hundred florins. A poor man would
36    IX|           him when it came to nine hundred florins, and that is only
37    IX|             Fancy, four times nine hundred florins!"[Pg 222]~ ~"Now
38     X|            my wife. Dame Marion, a hundred thousand pardons!"~ ~A glance
39   XII|      beforehand at[Pg 272] least a hundred of the consignment of kisses;
40   XII|        preserve the remaining nine hundred till later on; then she
41  XIII|            an eye, keeping about a hundred paces in front of them,
42   XVI|        Abellino when he forced six hundred florins into the girl's
43   XVI|          back a paltry five or six hundred florins between the eyes
44   XXI|           which nobody has read. A hundred times have I entered the
45   XXI|          receive a lump sum of one hundred ducats down extra. It is