Part,  Chapter

1     I,      II|         her." I obeyed; and as I wound the silken strip tight around
2     I,       V|      dark hair was uncovered and wound around her head in three
3     I,     XII| carefully tended Isabella grapes wound their tender twigs up and
4    II,     XIV|       was no real soldier, so my wound was no real wound, this
5    II,     XIV|          so my wound was no real wound, this badge of merit not
6    II,      XV|       Look at his forehead! That wound upon it he received in the
7    II,     XVI|        more difficult still. The wound on my forehead betrayed