Chapter

 1 I   |        Leave me! leave me!”~“Oh no!” replied the slave. “
 2 I   |      said the slave to him. “Oh! do not despise me for my
 3 III |     with too long prayers!”~“Oh! Tanaach, I would fain be
 4 III |      were stretched upon me. Oh! would that I could lose
 5 VI  |      not to die from them.”~“Oh! yes, that is so, is it
 6 VII |     the better listened to:~“Oh! that is true! I am wrong,
 7 VII | north”—a cry of horror rose—“Oh! you will beat your breasts,
 8 VII |   more, who am their master! Oh! I felt it just now when
 9 XI  |    frightened by the storm.~“Oh! come near!” he went on, “
10 XI  |  catapult would not kill me! Oh! if you knew how I think
11 XI  |    shall tear you from here! Oh! I have not forgotten the
12 XI  |     it keeps you from dying. Oh! I shall find it, you will
13 XIII| voice. It murmured: “Master! oh! master!”~Hamilcar turned
14 XIII|    Ah! poor little Hannibal! Oh! my son! my consolation!