Chapter

 1 1|       a halfpenny to buy some bread!" ~A little chimney sweeper,
 2 1|     feet of earth that yields bread to us and flowers. ~Is not
 3 1|     poverty; I have begged my bread; but for all that, I am
 4 1|    their pale golden rolls of bread. Rainbow colors gleamed
 5 2|      the thought of living on bread and milk, like a hermit
 6 2| reckon it out. Three sous for bread, two for milk, and three
 7 2|   Often I remember soaking my bread in milk, as I sat by the
 8 2|       and cab-hire; a month's bread disappeared at one fell
 9 3|  pension or post, and with no bread to eat. As he played the
10 3|       the chest that held the bread, the flitch that hung from
11 3|       the same air; eat their bread, drink the same water, sleep