Book, Chapter

1    1,  5|     mee until I was wringing wet. When this was over they
2    1,  5| naked and cold, and wringing wet with pisse, like to one
3    1,  5|  think my self sprinkled and wet with human blood: whereunto
4    1,  5|      said, Nay, thou art not wet with the blood of men, but
5    3, 15| perceived by Fotis eys being wet with tears and well nigh
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