Chapter

 1 1 |         Whereupon the jailer, a sort of bear, trained to lock
 2 3 |     replied the officer. ~"What sort of a man is he? Do you know
 3 5 |       only the pocket money, or sort of purse, for Cornelius
 4 5 |     Baerle was but a painter, a sort of fool who tried to reproduce
 5 6 | combining them with others by a sort of grafting, -- a minute
 6 7 |   always stood aloof from every sort of intrigue. ~And, besides,
 7 7 |         and I have none of that sort." ~"You deny it then?" ~"
 8 11|        great criminals of every sort. ~But whilst he was about
 9 16|       onerous one, but rather a sort of sinecure, given after
10 17|        the prison. He is a good sort of fellow, fond of his bottle,
11 17|        devised a contrivance, a sort of pulley, by means of which
12 19|       being little used to this sort of civility on the part
13 20|        has given nothing of the sort." ~Rosa, without replying
14 20| imprudence! What is it? In what sort of soil is it? It what aspect?
15 26|         Rosa, reassured by this sort of encouragement which the
16 31|         the singing and dancing sort than those of the good republicans