Book,  Par.

 1     I,      4|      was worn out by a sickly frame, and the end was near and
 2    II,     92| prince's hopes rose; then his frame became exhausted, and, as
 3    IV,     80|     lay a solid foundation to frame the wooden superstructure
 4  XIII,     18|      so penetrated his entire frame that he lost alike voice
 5    XV,     66|      of strong nerve and huge frame, hurl him to the ground
 6    XV,     72|       assuming that a woman's frame must be unequal to the agony,
 7    XV,     72|    her body, wrung out of her frame its little remaining breath.
 8    XV,     81|     arms. Seneca, as his aged frame, attenuated by frugal diet,
 9    XV,     82|    and with a countenance and frame white to a degree of pallor
10    XV,     83| throughout his limbs, and his frame closed against the efficacy