Chapter

1     1|      The clerk brought out a kind of ironclad contrivance,
2     1|      times suitable for each kind. And Patissot felt himself
3     2|      Boivin, would you be so kind as to help me put these
4     2|      the sport, felt a vague kind of uneasiness; he was uncomfortably
5     2|  catch a fish, just one, any kind, any size, in order to win
6     3| number. He expected to see a kind of bearded giant, of awe-inspiring
7     5|    did not come, but she was kind enough to send a friend
8     5|   there."~ ~Farther on, in a kind of bay, she wished to stop,