Chapter

1  8,1|       cried Madame de Fondege, crimson with anger, "Evariste, you
2  8,3|      her by a sailor brother. ~Crimson with anger to the very roots
3  9,5|       extreme. Her cheeks were crimson, and she trembled like a
4 10,2|       usually pale cheeks were crimson, and in a harsh voice, he
5 10,6|                  6~Florent was crimson with rage. "There," said
6 14,2| striking his mother, he turned crimson, and rage again filled his
7 17,1|       a photograph of him." ~A crimson flush spread over Mademoiselle
8 18,2|        remained. ~His face was crimson, and he seemed by far the
9 18,4|      his lips. His face became crimson, and the cigar he was holding