Chapter

 1     I|        attila with gold buttons, reaching down to his knee; the circumference
 2    II|        now wears a long overcoat reaching to the knee, buttoned by
 3   III| direction of the competitors. On reaching the two jurors - and he
 4   III|         and mane long and strong reaching to the ground; not for an
 5   III|          lolling forth, till, on reaching the racecourse, which was
 6   VII|        old and young alike.~ ~On reaching the castle a fresh amusement
 7    IX|         legs could carry him. On reaching it, he must needs embrace
 8    IX|          good humour again.~ ~On reaching town, Boltay dismounted
 9    IX|     looking at the crops, and on reaching the coach they would step
10    IX|          or a leg on the way. On reaching her journey's end, however,
11  XIII| checkmating all his pursuers and reaching his lurking-place. The hounds
12  XVII|        at ease all the way.~ ~On reaching home, his merry, vivacious,
13    XX|     towards the pine grove.~ ~On reaching the trench which surrounded