Chapter

 1     I|           and said, pleasantly, "It won't get here to-day." Then
 2     I|             of the estate which was won by the valour of your ancestors,
 3     I|            or you'll fall, and that won't be good for your health.
 4     I|          left him.~ ~"Ah, cher ami! won't you leave the furniture
 5    II|            and break my neck?"~ ~"I won't bind you too strictly.
 6   III|       little brother, that you have won; for the rule is that whoever
 7   III| self-reliance and forbearance quite won for him the sympathy of
 8   III|            came to card-playing, he won whole heaps of money from
 9   III|            Michael Kis, smiling. "I won it at cards one evening,
10   III|            To tell you the truth, I won a good deal more[Pg 88]
11   III|            this used to be lost and won during the sessions of the
12    IV|          what they don't like. They won't believe that any one is
13    IV|           his most friendly air.~ ~"Won't you take a seat, my dear
14    VI|           was at Waterloo and there won a decoration."~ ~"Who are
15    IX|                  But if he says, 'I won't marry you, but I'll give
16    IX|           bank was broken. Abellino won heaps and heaps.~ ~"Ah,
17    IX|           friend," said he. "I have won to-day a treasure, a heavenly
18    IX|            end of the table, and he won continually; he doubled,
19    IX|            them again, and still he won. Abellino began to lose
20    IX|             And now Fennimore again won four times as much as he
21    IX|           he dealt. Fennimore again won four times the amount of
22    XI|          what sort of a wife he had won; and so the nimbus of gentility
23   XII|         female, and Madame Kárpáthy won and captivated every heart.
24   XII|      families. And Fanny completely won the favour of his consort
25   XII|           was a success. Her beauty won the hearts of the gentlemen,
26   XVI|           woman who might have been won with sixty thousand florins."~ ~
27   XVI|                 Ah, my friend, that won't do; you don't deceive
28  XVII|             to the full the victory won in yesterday's warfare,
29  XVII|             it warmly.~ ~"Well, and won't you hold out your hand