Book, Chapter

1    2,  8| pricked eares, their bended nosethrils, their grinning teeth in
2    3, 15| members of dead men, as the nosethrils and fingers, shee set out
3    5, 27|    my long eares, ratled my nosethrils, and cryed stoutly, nay

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