Chapter

 1 1|      helmet of the soldier or the poverty of the artisan; he wished
 2 1|          I was like you, then, in poverty; I have begged my bread;
 3 1|          balance true between the poverty of riches and the riches
 4 1|          riches and the riches of poverty? And isn't struggle a necessity
 5 2|         enough for a great man in poverty; he has need of its utmost
 6 2|        Rue de Gres. Oh, I wore my poverty proudly. A man urged on
 7 2|          yellow walls and odor of poverty. The roofing fell in a steep
 8 2|       seclusion I led the life of poverty and solitude that I have
 9 2|         appearance and divined my poverty, there could not but be
10 2|          terrible misfortunes? My poverty made its selfish voice heard,
11 2|      imagine love in the midst of poverty. Perhaps this is a vitiation
12 2|            but a woman in squalid poverty would exert no fascination
13 2|      garret, after three years of poverty, and I could not just then
14 2|           honest, self-respecting poverty, my garret where such teeming
15 2|           only had not guessed my poverty, but believed me to be as
16 2|           something in this lowly poverty and unfeigned goodness revived
17 2|           pride. It was Pauline's poverty that seemed to humiliate
18 2|        all social solvents. Where poverty is absolute there exist
19 2|          believed that I had left poverty for ever behind me, I regained
20 2|         man who was ashamed of my poverty, and had injured me too
21 2| gaming-table. She did not read my poverty in my embarrassed attitude,
22 2|            There are two kinds of poverty, madame. One kind openly
23 2|     spirits refuse. Then there is poverty in splendor, a Spanish pauper,
24 2|           bravery, and his pride; poverty that wears a white waistcoat
25 2|          for lack of a halfpenny. Poverty of the first kind belongs
26 3|   straight, and grieving for your poverty and my own. I would have