Book,  chapter

1    1,    4|    courtyard, broken only by sobs. No one spoke, but the very
2    3,   11|    wail of tears, sighs, and sobs. They lamented the deceased
3    3,   11|      over her shoulders. Her sobs and cries filled the air.
4    3,   11|   Incoherent words, regrets, sobs, broken phrases in which
5    3,   19|  Mary Grant could not reply. Sobs choked her voice. A thousand
6    3,   19| father, my lord! my father.”~Sobs choked his voice; he became