Chapter

1        I|            old rascal has probably stolen the horse he is riding.”~ ~
2        I|      consumed nothing that was not stolen. Wheat, wine, fuel, fruits—
3        I|         foreign lands? We have not stolen their lands, have we? The
4       II|      honest poverty is better than stolen wealth. I shall leave this
5      III| disappeared. Someone has certainly stolen it, for the coop is securely
6      III|  interrupted the cure; “no one has stolen it from us. Bertrande was
7      LII|             accusing him of having stolen their father’s hoard, and
8      LII|        brother to think that I had stolen it. It is not very pleasant