Chapter

 1     I|    six-foot high, herculean fellow, with his shirt-sleeves
 2     I|    it is sharp."~ ~The poor fellow was already half-dead with
 3     I|    thou wilt fell me? Me? A fellow like thou threaten to strike
 4     I|   Janissary's head that the fellow's face was soon streaming
 5     I|    that Sultan Achmed, poor fellow! felt far less contented
 6    IV|   shoulder and embraced the fellow's neck; and then the pair
 7    IV|    his kaftan; for the poor fellow's hands were resinous to
 8     V| tent laughing loudly at the fellow and making all he said unintelligible.~ ~
 9   VII|     should like to make the fellow my teskeredji."~ ~As he
10  VIII|   He was a sturdy, muscular fellow, who could have held his
11    IX|      he saw that the little fellow's eyes were full of tears
12    IX|    may never again find its fellow. Go back and peace rest
13   XII|      Is there among you any fellow who loves nobody, who would