Chapter

1        I| sleeping and idling about his hovel. Hence, stealing was the
2       II|    concealed in the miserable hovel in which I dwelt. The following
3     VIII|  except a poor thatch-covered hovel, whose walls were not even
4     XVII|      at home in that wretched hovel!” Mlle. Blanche said to
5    XLVII|       formed the floor of the hovel. They were seeking the hidden
6      LIV| glance at the interior of the hovel, and he again lifted himself
7      LIV|     sprang to the door of the hovel, opened it, and entered,