Book, Chapter

1    2, 11| stollen away, and the toes and fingers of such as are slaine are
2    2, 11|   fellowes, lest thou feele my fingers. Why wilt thou not goe?
3    3, 15|     men, as the nosethrils and fingers, shee set out the lumps
4    3, 16|      ointment therein with her fingers, and then rubbed her body
5    3, 17|       waxed tough and hard, my fingers and toes losing the number
6    4, 22|     rub and mollifie his stony fingers with divers sorts of oyles,
7    6, 36|      my gummes with his filthy fingers, I bit them cleane off,
8    7, 41|     passed by, I perceived the fingers of the young-man upon the
9    9, 47|      pointing at me with their fingers, said in this sort: Behold