Book,  chapter

1    1,   24| Prince. ‘It is to put the shirt of a happy man on your shoulders.’
2    1,   24|  Well, then, sell me your shirt.’ ‘My shirt! I havent one!’”~
3    1,   24|  sell me your shirt.’ ‘My shirt! I havent one!’”~
4    2,   11|   sleeve of an old woolen shirt could not conceal. McNabbs
5    2,   18| the poor fellow’s flannel shirt, which was dripping with
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