Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,  TransPre| Meanwhile "Don Quixote" had been growing in favour, and its author'
 2   I,        VI|        and make haste, for it is growing late."~ ~"This book," said
 3   I,      XXIV|      with its desires! At length growing impatient and feeling my
 4   I,      XXIV|       its work, the old servants growing envious of me, and regarding
 5   I,       XLI|     rising a little, and the sea growing somewhat rough, it was impossible
 6   I,     XLIII|       comrades of the spokesman, growing weary of the dialogue with
 7  II,         V|       town? No, stay as you are, growing neither greater nor less,
 8  II,       XII|          the grave."~ ~"Thou art growing less doltish and more shrewd
 9  II,     XXIII|     perceived when I was already growing weary and disgusted at finding
10  II,       XXV|         s get to work, for it is growing late, and we have a great
11  II,      XXIX|       tied to the stem of a tree growing on the bank. Don Quixote
12  II,       XLI|         has come, our beards are growing, and by every hair in them
13  II,       XLV|         him; but thinking he was growing careless about payment I
14  II,    XLVIII|      with a daughter on my hands growing up in beauty like the sea-foam;
15  II,      LIII|        now let me pass, for it's growing late with me."~ ~To this