Chapter

 1     I| especially the case at such times when the floodgates of Heaven
 2     I|   and he only awoke at such times as his hands closed upon
 3     I| heads together, and at such times would sit bolt upright as
 4   III|    little brother: How many times have your horses come to
 5   III| hankering for more. At such times Bandi Kutyfalvi was wont
 6   III|   was just as well, at such times, either to fly before him
 7    IV|   the world, and in happier times had been the butt of the
 8    IV| Hundreds, aye thousands, of times have I seen her sitting
 9     V|  personally? I have so many times been deceived in my benevolent
10    VI|     them with bullets three times running. This he did simply
11   VII|    their master.~ ~At other times, whenever Master Jock ascended
12  VIII|   on the doorstep. At other times old gipsy women sneaked
13  VIII|    longer she will have her times of ennui, of passionate
14    IX|    eat, and, at the best of times, I have no more appetite
15    IX|  reckoned upon, and at such times a man is apt to feel confident.
16    IX|   honest people! A thousand times fortunate you are to have
17    IX|   part of this. Fancy, four times nine hundred florins!"[Pg
18    IX|    and gratified a thousand times over at having been afforded
19    IX|    Fennimore again won four times as much as he had staked.~ ~
20    IX|    Fennimore again won four times the amount of his stakes.
21    XI|    learn happiness. At such times they would send away their
22    XI|     who has swooned as many times as other women have sighed.
23   XII|   this speech at least four times already, but this did not
24  XIII|   see his wife, and at such times he would stand with streaming
25    XV|   with Mike Kis hundreds of times, and much more is said to
26   XVI| deigned to speak to me. Ten times, at least, I have purposely
27   XVI|   pulled it violently three times.~ ~The maid entered.~ ~"
28 XVIII|   331]continued - "How many times have I not seen you fall
29   XIX|     who was born in happier times, who would make good the
30    XX|   more melancholy. At other times the windows, of an evening,
31   XXI|      I long for it. At such times a quick current of air brushes
32   XXI|  nobody has read. A hundred times have I entered the room,