Book, Chapter

1    1,  1|    lighted off my horse, and wiping the sweat from every part
2    4, 22|      of her often embracing, wiping away her teares with his
3    4, 22|    her feet with her teares, wiping the ground with her haire,
4    4, 22|    Alter with her hands, and wiping her teares, gan pray in
5    7, 43| taken me away: but my master wiping away the blood of the blow
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