Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,  TransPre|    speak of him in the gushing strain of the sentimental critics
 2   I,      XXIV|       Countenance talk in this strain, did nothing but stare at
 3   I,     XXXIV|       she was tending her in a strain that, even if nothing else
 4   I,       XLI|       could be discovered, but strain our eyes as we might, neither
 5   I,     XLIII|        beginning to sing a new strain and a new air."~ ~"Let him,
 6   I,      XLVI|    Quixote was talking in this strain, the curate was endeavouring
 7   I,     XLVII|      at liberty talk in such a strain he was ready to cross himself
 8   I,       LII|     figure and talks in such a strain?"~ ~"Who should it be,"
 9  II,       III|      to humour, and write in a strain of graceful pleasantry,
10  II,        VI|        are men of low rank who strain themselves to bursting to
11  II,      LIII|        he was speaking in this strain he was fixing the pack-saddle
12  II,        LV|     double feeds."~ ~ ~In this strain did Sancho bewail himself,
13  II,      LVII| bewailing herself in the above strain Don Quixote stood staring
14  II,    LXVIII|       tree it was-sang in this strain to the accompaniment of