Part,  Chapter

1   Pres         |   with abundant leisure to spare.~ ~While in Budapest Dr.
2    III,     III|    only the dear Lord will spare his life! Oh, hasten, hasten,
3      V,     III|  it - if your lordship can spare it to the surveyor for a
4     VI,       I| Hungary. His irony did not spare the great ones who swayed
5    VII,     III| And here is a purse; don't spare the contents. And do not
6   VIII,       I| knew no pity; he would not spare the heartbroken woman.~ ~"