Chapter

 1 41|      and snatch them from the hands of students you cannot accuse
 2 44|       your face, drawn in his hands convulsively, shaken his
 3 52|  truth; Thallus contracts his hands convulsively, you not less
 4 53|   that handkerchief into your hands, I should deny the magical
 5 55|     and wide, is in all men's hands, and has won the affections
 6 59|    harsh voice, his trembling hands, his breath reeking of the
 7 63|  thing should be entrusted to hands as pure and pious as yours.
 8 75|   Every one that met him laid hands on him as though he were
 9 78|     to murder me with his own hands. I can hardly restrain my
10 83|   Rufinus have flown from his hands and filled the whole mar
11 92|       the deeds into your own hands, give them to Rufinus who
12 92|     attract suitors for their hands. Pudentilla would have done
13 94| offences; he wept, kissed our hands and expressed his penitence