Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,      XXIX|     unless you go to sleep and haven't the wit or skill to turn
 2   I,       XLI|      of the wicked woman but a haven of safety for our relief,
 3   I,     XLIII| sailing;~ I know not where the haven lies,~ I dare not hope to
 4  II,        XX|       world, the Haves and the Haven'ts; and she stuck to the
 5  II,      XXXI|       be pat to the purpose; I haven't forgotten the advice your
 6  II,      XLII|       and pilot thee to a safe haven out of this stormy sea wherein
 7  II,       XLV|      brother," said Sancho, "I haven't got the 'Don,' nor has
 8  II,       XLV|     and powerless; I confess I haven't the strength to take it
 9  II,       XLV|       and upon my conscience I haven't a scrap of cloth left,
10  II,    LXVIII|     drawing near~ That welcome haven in my sea of woe,~ Such
11  II,     LXXII|    treasure-house of courtesy, haven of strangers, asylum of