Book, Chapter

1    4, 19|     about a dead or rather a stony asse? let us bee gone: and
2    4, 21|     closed servilely in this stony prison, deprived of all
3    4, 22|      to rub and mollifie his stony fingers with divers sorts
4    4, 22|   their sharpe hornes, their stony foreheads and their gaping
5    5, 24|     wilt make and turne this stony house of yours into gold.
6    7, 39| which was more dangerous and stony then the way which we went
7    8, 46|  with my monstrous mouth and stony teeth, or how she, who was