Chapter

 1  1,3|         Whereupon the jailer, a sort of bear, trained to lock
 2  3,1|     replied the officer. ~"What sort of a man is he? Do you know
 3  5,1|       only the pocket money, or sort of purse, for Cornelius
 4  5,3|     Baerle was but a painter, a sort of fool who tried to reproduce
 5  6,2| combining them with others by a sort of grafting, - a minute
 6  7,1|   always stood aloof from every sort of intrigue. ~And, besides,
 7  7,3|         and I have none of that sort." ~"You deny it then?" ~"
 8 11,2|        great criminals of every sort. ~But whilst he was about
 9 16,1|       onerous one, but rather a sort of sinecure, given after
10 17,1|        the prison. He is a good sort of fellow, fond of his bottle,
11 17,2|        devised a contrivance, a sort of pulley, by means of which
12 19,2|       being little used to this sort of civility on the part
13 20,1|        has given nothing of the sort." ~Rosa, without replying
14 20,1| imprudence! What is it? In what sort of soil is it? It what aspect?
15 26,2|         Rosa, reassured by this sort of encouragement which the
16 31,1|         the singing and dancing sort than those of the good republicans