Book, Chapter

1    4, 22|     throats, wherewith they arme themselves to the destruction
2    5, 24|  not to hold out his sturdy arme to begge for a penny, but
3    7, 42|     the stone ran along his arme it did not hurt him, which
4    7, 42| young man feigning that his arme was greatly wounded, spake
5    7, 42|    in that I have lost mine arme wherewithall I minded to
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