Chapter

 1 I    |      for a man of my undecided turn of mind to argue successfully
 2 III  |    used to go out together and turn into the shady avenues by
 3 XI   |        bare the male takes his turn to pluck himself. But as
 4 XIII |    approach, sometimes a sharp turn would bring us suddenly
 5 XIV  |   crater these natives were to turn back and leave us to our
 6 XVII |       Very well, now it is our turn.”~Now I ask any sensible
 7 XX   |       which should effectually turn us back on our own footsteps.
 8 XXII | imaginary violent exertions to turn round upon my granite couch.~
 9 XXVII|    left the stream, that fatal turn in the road. With the stream
10 XXX  |     five hundred paces, at the turn of a high promontory, appeared
11 XXXV |        to avoid it. And now my turn comes; pale and trembling
12 XLII |       offered it to us each in turn, and this generous beverage
13 XLII |     said Hans, drinking in his turn.~“Excellent,” replied my