Book,  Chapter

 1        I,  V   |  very vexatious to a man so pressed for time. However, he never
 2        I,  V   | score, and, but that hunger pressed him, he would probably have
 3        I,  XI  |    where I now am.”~Michael pressed her hand, and, turning the
 4        I,  XII |    and his companions again pressed rapidly forward. The horses,
 5        I,  XIV |     was unable to reply. He pressed his hand upon his heart
 6        I,  XVI |   those of the soldiers who pressed him too closely. Each time
 7       II,  II  |   with a calm step. Ogareff pressed his spurs into his horse’
 8       II,  III | under his nails, which were pressed into them.~Ivan Ogareff
 9       II,  IX  |   Irkutsk?”~Michael tightly pressed his companion’s hand, but
10       II,  IX  |    in the ground— the earth pressed down so that he cannot move,
11       II,  X   |     the blocks of ice which pressed too near them, imperturbably
12       II,  XI  |    drifting down behind it, pressed it still closer, and kept
13       II,  XIII| without delay.~Indeed, time pressed. The town must be captured
14       II,  XIII|   with reluctance when much pressed with questions. He always