Chapter

 1  1,1|      a man drinks in his own shop is always bitter in flavor.
 2  1,1|     upon the contents of the shop - mouldy figs or dry raisins -
 3  9,3|    amusement to run from one shop to another, even when one
 4  9,4|   hastily entered a grocer's shop at the corner of the Rue
 5  9,5|      spent five minutes at a shop in the Rue Notre Dame de
 6 10,6|   pipe on the threshold of a shop, he approached him and asked
 7 10,6|     his wife keeps a tobacco shop - so the case is plain.
 8 10,6|    Chupin; "there is no such shop on the Quai." He was wrong,
 9 11,1|      pace. He approached the shop very cautiously and peered
10 11,1|     Chupin, sotto voce. ~The shop itself was of a fair size,
11 11,1| Coralth's wife who kept this shop. Chupin, who had seen her
12 11,1|    Paris was like some great shop where she could select whatever
13 11,1|  were fixed on a part of the shop directly opposite her. "
14 11,1|     he brusquely entered the shop. ~"What do you wish, sir?"
15 11,1|     from the room behind the shop with a cap in his hand. "
16 11,2|    on the muddy floor of the shop, playing with his dilapidated
17 11,3|       thereupon, he left the shop. ~Chupin's mother - his
18 16,1|     or other, he entered the shop of an engraver, whom he
19 17,4|      There was no one in the shop but the landlord. Seated
20 17,4|      to the other end of the shop. ~Fortunately, Chupin was
21 17,4|     shaven face, entered the shop, and sternly exclaimed: "
22 19,1|     the goods displayed in a shop window. Despite his position,
23 19,2|     some brilliantly lighted shop. They had never met before,
24 19,3|   her. If she stirs from her shop, he will hasten here and
25 19,4|    it. Passing a stationer's shop, he went in, purchased one