Book, Chapter

1    4, 19|  the places round about, thrusting his body out of the window,
2    5, 24| hither into our Cave; I (thrusting my selfe amongst the presse
3    6, 32| she deceived Thrasillus, thrusting her sword under her right
4    7, 37| life, ran incontinently, thrusting my head into the bason,
5    7, 39| one came towards me, and thrusting his hand into the bosome
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