Book,  chapter

1    1,   14|       himself on the corpse, and dragging it from the condor’s grasp,
2    2,   10|        losing their footing, and dragging with them the oscillating
3    2,   11| murderers had no doubt hoped, by dragging their victim to a distance,
4    2,   15|      were tired out already with dragging themselves along.~Whether
5    2,   17|      wagon!” cried John Mangles, dragging Lady Helena and Mary Grant
6    2,   18|     among the scrub a human form dragging itself along the ground