Chapter

 1 1|  wine, to end shortly in the Seine. The passion is there in
 2 1| woman threw herself into the Seine from the Pont des Arts." ~
 3 1|   grinned at him; "isn't the Seine cold and dirty?" ~His answer
 4 1|   the harrowing sight of the Seine fretted him beyond endurance. ~"
 5 1|  them, Raphael looked at the Seine, at the clamoring waves
 6 1|  gallows and deeper than the Seine," said Raphael. ~"Oh, you
 7 1|     to throw myself into the Seine, and you would like to know,
 8 1|      find by a jump into the Seine? Were you jealous of the
 9 2|     A low dodge.' ~" 'Or the Seine?' ~" 'The drag-nets, and
10 2|     a pleasanter flavor than Seine mud. When we sink gloriously
11 3|  Raphael had turned upon the Seine, or upon his last piece