Chapter

 1 1|        dangerous; they are like children who have not far to fall,
 2 1| Kaernavan, put in prison by his children, the sole remaining fragment
 3 1|       from under his feet, like children of some sportive demon. ~
 4 1|      the past, this petty race, children of yesterday, can overstep
 5 1|       the dreary jests of these children of the Revolution over the
 6 1|    abominate; you must bring up children who will neglect you, who
 7 1|         without salt? Have your children ever cried, 'I am hungry'?
 8 2|     with which she sustains her children. ~"Often I remember soaking
 9 2|         marry, madame, and have children.' ~" 'Children!' she cried; '
10 2|         and have children.' ~" 'Children!' she cried; 'it wants no
11 2|         vexations to the other. Children, moreover, worry me. Did
12 2|    Greuze, a paralytic with his children round him, a soldier's widow,
13 2|       breakfast, the father and children round the table, the innocent
14 3|        in his presence like two children at the sight of a snake.
15 3|      and they both laughed like children. ~"Pshaw! I don't care a
16 3|   countenances of old peasants. Children prattled, old women laughed