Book, Chapter

1    1,  5| Then Panthia stopped up the wide wound of his throat with
2    1,  5|  wound in his throat opened wide, and the Sponge suddenly
3    3, 17|     monstrous, my nosthrils wide, my lips hanging downe,
4    5, 28|    my skinne and made of my wide sore a great hole or trench,
5    5, 30| bare in his hand) through a wide and unknowne lane, whereat
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