Chapter

 1     I|        one?"~ ~"Plague on such a question! Dost thou take the belly
 2   III|      horse - that was out of the question - but that he would be too
 3   III|         the fine young fellow in question had serious intentions.~ ~
 4    IV|       his tongue itched to ask a question or two, but he stifled the
 5    IV|       patience, and answered the question quietly and frankly -~ ~"
 6    IV|          terrified Meyer.~ ~This question took the judge somewhat
 7     V|          it was the most natural question in the world.~ ~The girls
 8     V|  insisted that the young lady in question should be just as pure,
 9     V|        troubling you with such a question, madam, and do not take
10    VI|         daughter of the donor in question, who, however, thought the
11    VI|          to live thereby, such a question[Pg 141] never once arose.
12    VI|   immense chest, and roared this question almost down the young man'
13    VI|          had given the amount in question to the girl's guardian from
14   VII| discoveries?"~ ~The gentleman in question was an enterprising soul,
15   VII|         sprightly lad. The first question he asked was: "Has any one
16   VII|          letter?"~ ~At the first question Martin only shrugged his
17    IX|        the town, as if it were a question of some great mortal disaster
18    IX|          sly enough to leave the question unanswered, in which case
19    IX|            It seemed an innocent question enough, so Fanny answered
20    IX|      noticed that in putting the question she did not even blush,
21     X|          if I trouble you with a question."~ ~Mr. Varga hastened to
22     X|        her commands.~ ~"But this question is very, very important."~ ~
23     X|          I am going to ask you a question, to which I require a perfectly
24     X|          I proceed to answer the question before me, pray allow me
25     X|         to herself than asking a question.~ ~"That she is," replied
26    XI|      observe him. He only puts a question to you in order to discover
27   XVI|           Ma foi! that is a vain question from you, Rudolf. As if