Part,  Chapter

 1      I,       I|          The map was folded up and thrust into the younger man's pocket.~ ~"
 2      I,      II|           the astonished coachman, thrust a gag into his mouth. Before
 3      I,      II|           announced.~ ~The two men thrust pistols into their pockets.
 4     II,       I|            comb. The young men had thrust into the sides of their
 5     II,       I| vice-palatine's assistant, who had thrust his long neck inquisitively
 6    III,       I|         good morning; but when she thrust her little head from between
 7    III,      II|        from her robe, and secretly thrust the point into Ludwig's
 8    III,      IV|      service.~ ~The doctor hastily thrust what was necessary into
 9    III,      IV|      Ludwig's chamber. Henry first thrust his head cautiously through
10    III,      IV|        rose, threw on her wrapper, thrust her feet into her slippers,
11     IV,     III|            a handkerchief had been thrust into her mouth. He quickly
12     IV,     III|         shawl about her shoulders, thrust her feet into Turkish slippers,
13      V,       I|           to waken the porter, who thrust his frowzy head from the
14      V,      II|           a short-stemmed pipe was thrust between his lips.~ ~"This,
15      V,      II|           in the proper manner; he thrust the burning tinder into
16      V,      II|          and revealing the weapons thrust into his pocket. "With these
17      V,     III|        shrubbery.~ ~Then the count thrust the letter into his pocket,
18     VI,     III|      whereupon Count Vavel himself thrust his hands into the chest,
19     VI,      IV|              Here the cruel needle thrust its point into the fair
20     VI,      VI|           before going to bed, and thrust it under all the furniture,
21     IX,       I|          hot and smoking coals was thrust toward him, and a scolding
22     IX,     III|             and with his left hand thrust the Sicilian, who was reaching
23     IX,     III|     Fervlans's horse, where he had thrust it to the hilt.~ ~The marquis
24     IX,      IV|            thirsty, cut a reed and thrust it deep into the swampy
25     IX,      IV|          lower soil. She therefore thrust a long cane into the moist
26      X,       I|          at once."~ ~Master Matyas thrust the money into his own pocket,