Chapter

1 I    | dining-room, threw himself in haste into his own sanctum.~But
2 VII  |    little hands moved without haste. She talked quietly. She
3 VII  |   faltering voice.~“Then make haste down, or we shall lose the
4 IX   |    the quay.~My uncle left in haste his floating prison, or
5 XXIII|   torrent, I withdrew them in haste, for the water was scalding
6 XXVI |      only to make the greater haste. I shall find them, I am
7 XXIX |      he yielded.~I dressed in haste. For greater safety I wrapped
8 XLII |    had to withdraw my hand in haste.~“The water is scalding,”