Chapter

1  1,1|           save them from ruin and shame. ~This new chief, quite
2  1,2|          with blood, covered with shame?" And was not this a sweet
3  8,1|         whether from a feeling of shame or from craven weakness,
4 17,2| consolation, a tulip bulb." ~"For shame, my father," Rosa chimed
5 21,2|           creature, be quiet! For shame! Do not spoil my pleasure.
6 27,2|       which is called remorse and shame for the past. ~Soon, however,
7 29,1|        the pain in his wrist, and shame for having allowed himself
8 29,2|        his clutches, "is it not a shame that this fellow gets off