Chapter

1  8,5|     hostess, accompanied by a "sleep well, my dear child," she
2 12,1|        she live, how could she sleep with the thought that somewhere
3 13,4|       a long-continued want of sleep. ~The fact is, he had suffered
4 14,3|        good luck! Well! he may sleep in peace to-night, but as
5 14,3|   savage humor. "He hasn't had sleep enough," thought M. Wilkie,
6 16,3| complaint that Marguerite will sleep in prison. Moreover, other
7 19,1|       strength?" ~She tried to sleep, but was unable to do so.