Chapter

1     I| monstrously puffed sleeves rose as high as his shoulders.
2   VII|    their worm-eaten cases, rose up to the ceiling, filled
3    IX|   and open as a half-blown rose.~ ~Master Boltay was twisting
4    IX|    like a faintly blushing rose, that look worthy of a goddess,
5  XIII|  like a lofty tower, which rose from the midst of the pleasure-house,
6   XVI|  to Pest."~ ~With that she rose from her seat. The dance
7   XXI|    as he saw him enter, he rose from his seat, hastened
8   XXI|    my first thought when I rose up, and my last thought