Chapter

 1     I|      Mr. Peter Bús was calmly sleeping the sleep of the just, danger
 2     I| betyár. The worthy fellow was sleeping, for, after all, the horses
 3     I|    human. Moreover, they were sleeping soundly. Both their heads
 4     I|   turned his attention to his sleeping companions, and being in
 5   III|    day, when the herdsmen are sleeping beneath their gubas, the
 6  VIII|    and yet it was no time for sleeping. Some unruly spirit was
 7    IX|       first she insisted upon sleeping on the floor; then, in the
 8    IX|  childlike lips suggestive of sleeping innocence, but harmonizing
 9   XIX|       boy in her arms; he was sleeping with his head upon her bosom.~ ~
10   XIX|    and kissed the face of the sleeping child, who at every kiss
11   XIX|      drooped them and went on sleeping again.~ ~The mother put
12   XXI|     on the pillows, I see her sleeping, I see her dying - - ~"Oh!