Chapter

 1 3,3 |        midst of a calm, and to blow up the storm-clouds I mean
 2 3,3 |        destructive at one fell blow to his most cherished hopes.
 3 5,2 |  exclaimed: ~"Very good, sire; blow your trumpets, and we will
 4 5,4 |     Viterbo without striking a blow; Yves d' Alegre and Louis
 5 6,3 |        battle-axe, whose every blow was mortal whether cut or
 6 7,4 |      Frederic of Aragon. ~This blow had pierced Alexander's
 7 7,4 |      upon him. He saw that the blow which struck at his house
 8 10,1|        to succumb at the first blow, and in all haste fortified
 9 10,4|       of the whole family at a blow, forced Francesco to enter
10 11,1|     discovered, dazed with the blow, and injured, though not
11 11,2|        and clever had been the blow. Caesar had remained on
12 11,3|     ten paces farther on. This blow was so unexpected, and had
13 11,3|     well from what quarter the blow had proceeded. In fear,
14 11,4|      without striking a single blow. Caesar left a sufficient
15 12,3|       Thus, by a last terrible blow, never to rise again, fell
16 13,1|       at last far striking the blow so long delayed, started
17 13,2| private possessions striking a blow at Florence, who always
18 13,5|        destruction at a single blow of the mortal enemies of
19 14,1|       towns without striking a blow; for the Vitelli had fled
20 16,1|        shut on the outside, to blow out the lamp, to open the