Chapter

 1 1|          What?" asked another. ~"Crime " ~"There is a word as high
 2 1|  understand me; I mean political crime. Since this morning, a conspirator'
 3 1|        Byron, in short, sings of crime and its emotions in a final
 4 1|      type of remorse flying from crime. The Parisienne was not
 5 1|  Heedless enough to perpetrate a crime, hardy enough to feel no
 6 2|          such things as shame or crime, or virtue or intelligence.
 7 2|           perhaps it contained a crime! ~"The mystery that lurked
 8 2|          with anger. Sometimes a crime may be a whole romance;
 9 2|       sometimes the thought of a crime revives my spirits, of violence
10 2|          it prepares the way for crime, and brings together the
11 2| pandemonium, like the image of a crime that knows no remorse (see
12 3|          the secret unpardonable crime which he had committed against