Book, Chapter

 1       II, I     |       from my youth compassion grew up with me, and from my
 2      III, II    |     some of the old moss which grew on the surface of the wood.
 3      III, XIV   |     bishop, on the other hand, grew sad and was moved even to
 4       IV, III   |       all mankind. If the wind grew stronger, he closed his
 5       IV, XIII  |      earth revived, the fields grew green again, and the season
 6       IV, XXVIII|    AFTER this, Cuthbert, as he grew in goodness and intensity
 7       IV, XXXII |        his eye, but rather, it grew daily worse, on a sudden,
 8        V, II    | prayers, a goodly head of hair grew as the skin was healed.
 9        V, XII   |         the shadows by degrees grew so thick, that I could see
10        V, XII   |         wet garments till they grew warm and dry on his body.