Chapter

 1  2,3|    squeezed from the raw flesh. ~A cold sweat stood on the brow
 2  4,1|         officer felt his blood run cold, as somehow or other he
 3  5,3|             added half a degree of cold in winter; not to mention
 4  6,1|            but he did not feel the cold, the hope of revenge keeping
 5  7,1| observation, where in spite of the cold, he took his stand, with
 6  7,1|   daughters of the East, averse to cold, do not abide in the open
 7  7,2|       which fortunately were quite cold. ~He at once felt the other
 8  8,2|              In the meanwhile, the cold sweat stood on his brow. ~
 9  9,2|       Cornelius muttered, with the cold sweat on his brow, and sank
10 10,1|            remained motionless and cold, as if dead. ~During all
11 12,1|   Cornelius placed his chin on the cold damp block. But at this
12 12,1|          felt, with a shudder, the cold current of air from the
13 15,2|          which, alas! only met the cold wire-grating. Yet, in spite
14 20,1|     muttered Cornelius, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. "Oh,
15 23,1|        nights threatened to be too cold, Rosa took in the flower-pot. ~
16 27,2|               The Prince wiped the cold sweat from his forehead,
17 29,2|           matter to you now?" ~The cold sweat stood on the brow
18 32,1|            frame trembled, and the cold sweat stood on his brow. ~"
19 32,2|          William, looking with his cold glance on Cornelius, listened