Chapter

 1  2,1|           gilded trellis work, or hung from the ceiling in vases
 2  2,1|        was a sort of smoking-room hung with cashmere of fantastic
 3  6,3|          abominable action." ~She hung her head, and in a scarcely
 4  6,3|           shame, Madame d'Argeles hung her head. She had never
 5  7,3|         to forget?" ~"What?" ~She hung her head, and in an almost
 6  7,6|     fastened by a single button - hung down in the most dejected
 7  7,7|          in advance of you." ~She hung her head and made no reply.
 8  8,2|           lighted by two windows, hung with soiled wall paper,
 9 10,2|           after him; and may I be hung, if I don't return with
10 14,2|           was torn, and my cravat hung in tatters. He was much
11 18,5| implacable reply, Madame Trigault hung her head. ~"What could I
12 20,1|   terrible chevalier d'industrie, hung over his joy like a pall;