Work-Book

1  T-II| often signalled by nods, or fingers,~and traced silent letters
2  T-II|    wringing wet hair in her fingers,~rising, scarce decent,
3  T-IV|    have been closed by your fingers,~my ashes laid to rest in
4   T-V|  pale, open it with anxious fingers?~Don’t worry, I’m well:
5   ExI|    and counts,~with anxious fingers, what will be of use to
6  ExIV|  the reins of study,~and my fingers are rarely drawn to letters.~
7  ExIV|   last page came beneath my fingers,~they nodded their heads
8  ExIV|  Shall I hesitate to cut my fingers, so they can’t write,~still
9  IBIS|   limbs apart with maddened fingers. ~As Althaea’s son burned