Chapter

 1  3,2| muttered. ~ ~"Abominably. Last Sunday the best horse in my stables,
 2  5,1|       a blunder as to choose a Sunday, and a racing Sunday too,
 3  5,1|  choose a Sunday, and a racing Sunday too, to call on M. Wilkie.
 4  5,1|       Domingo, on the previous Sunday, and that he had given orders
 5  5,3|        ten years old when, one Sunday, toward the end of October,
 6  5,3|       he remained there. Every Sunday and every fete day, M. Patterson
 7  5,6|       this woman an enemy? All Sunday he hesitated. It would be
 8  6,5|        as any other. As it was Sunday, Madame d'Argeles was able
 9  9,1|     afternoon, although it was Sunday, it became evident that
10  9,1|     certain, however, that the Sunday dinner was utterly unlike
11  9,4|        on Saturday evening and Sunday morning - you called at
12 10,1|       frenzy on that ill-fated Sunday, when, after being brutally
13 10,4|    clothes he was wearing (his Sunday toggery) for an old pair
14 10,5|     just sent some flowers. On Sunday, too, what a funny idea!
15 10,6|     yet lighted, and as it was Sunday most of the shops were closed.
16 17,4|  station for some baggage last Sunday." ~"I thought so. Well,