Chapter

 1        I|       their bravest attire, with cunning little fichus crossed upon
 2        I|         lips betrayed diabolical cunning and the coolest calculation.~ ~
 3        I|         but one need not be very cunning to guess. He comes to revisit
 4     XIII|     artless school-girl was more cunning than the marquis. She had
 5      XVI|  shrewdness, amounting almost to cunning.~ ~As his father presented
 6   XXVIII|    cowardly nature, his smile is cunning, and his eyes always shun
 7     XXIX|       have thought the fellow so cunning to see his honest face?
 8    XXXII| impudence, of his obsequious and cunning smile, absolutely nothing
 9     XLII|       exerted all his energy and cunning, but in vain. He was fettered
10    XLIII|        had formerly gleamed with cunning, and the lower lip hung
11    XLIII|           Say that they are more cunning than you, Father Chupin.”~ ~“
12    XLIII|          you, Father Chupin.”~ ~“Cunning—and how? Since I have been