Book, Chapter

1    4, 19|    beating of staves, and my worne hooves, I was so weary that
2    5, 28|    he saw my hoofe torne and worne away by sharpe flintes,
3    6, 36|   beast, this slow jade with worne hooves, good for nothing
4    7, 39| their neckes all wounded and worne away: they rated their nosethrilles
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