Book, Chapter

1    4, 20|     kinde of meate. Wherfore espying a corner where lay loaves
2    4, 22|     continuall prayers. And (espying a Church on the top of a
3    4, 22| called Custome came out, who espying Psyches, cried with a loud
4    5, 30|      that passed by the way (espying me alone as a stray Asse)
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