Chapter

 1     V|        Boltay by name. This rich artisan, long, long ago, when he
 2    VI|      with joy. The coarse-handed artisan's big face turned dark red
 3    VI|         then?~ ~"What sort of an artisan is this Boltay?" he inquired
 4    VI|        as he caught sight of the artisan. "Mr. Boltay, I presume?
 5    VI|    observe the expression of the artisan's face, opining, as he no
 6    VI|         he no doubt did, that an artisan's face has no business to
 7    VI| superciliousness he surveyed the artisan from head to foot, cracking
 8    VI|          give to the affair, the artisan could not fail to appear
 9    VI|          to fight a duel with an artisan who perhaps was no gentleman,
10    VI|       the day, to a poor unknown artisan like him?~ ~The letter said -~ ~"
11    VI|        to observe that the young artisan's face showed no signs of
12    VI|      confidentially in the young artisan's ear -~ ~"We are not going
13  VIII|       remain behind, said to the artisan -~ ~"Sir, is this the house
14  VIII|   million and a half!" cried the artisan, in consternation; and he
15  VIII|          seizing the hand of the artisan, to rivet his attention
16  VIII|          waiting to see what the artisan would say to that. But he
17  VIII|           and gently grasped the artisan's hand.~ ~"Sit down again,
18    IX|         feet again.~ ~The worthy artisan did his very utmost to keep
19    XX|    Alexander Boltay.~ ~The young artisan had heard from Teresa on
20    XX|          the wife of the poorest artisan might have been, and her
21    XX|   neglected than the tomb of the artisan's wife would have been.~ ~
22    XX|          said gently, "I am that artisan to whom you showed a kindness
23    XX|          engaged to a poor young artisan who had so bravely, so chivalrously,
24    XX|        Fanny Meyer."~ ~The young artisan removed his cap, and with
25    XX|         from warmly pressing the artisan's hand and even embracing