Chapter

 1 I   |    arms with a cry.~Everything stirred in a diffusion of red, for
 2 III |     alone was, and a breathing stirred dull and indistinct as the
 3 VI  |      the plain the great crowd stirred tumultuously. They were
 4 IX  | rustling of the leaves as they stirred in their gardens;—to go
 5 IX  |  themselves up within them and stirred out no more.~Every day the
 6 XI  |        to his tent, he had not stirred from it, in obedience to
 7 XII |     bottom.~Those who survived stirred as little as the dead. Squatting
 8 XII |      teeth.~This multitude was stirred with a ceaseless swell.
 9 XIII|  disappear in a cloud. Not one stirred. Their wrists and ankles
10 XIV |      it, and none of their men stirred. But the rest, under the
11 XIV |       of burying them. Nothing stirred; the eternal mountain seemed