Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,         V|       born to die, that these accursed books of chivalry he has,
 2   I,         V|      pass, and burn all these accursed books-for he has a great
 3   I,        XI|    the air by the zeal of its accursed importunity, and, despite
 4   I,       XVI|      the reckoning.~ ~On this accursed bed Don Quixote stretched
 5   I,       XXV|       remind me again of that accursed liquor, for my soul, not
 6   I,   XXXVIII|   flash when he fired off his accursed machine, which in an instant
 7   I,       LII|   fresh maledictions on those accursed books of chivalry; all which
 8  II,      XIII|      us who have adopted this accursed service to go back to our
 9  II,     XXXII|  according to the laws of the accursed duel, I may have received
10  II,     XXXII| persecute me out of envy-that accursed race born into the world
11  II,     XXXIV|    his saints upon thee, thou accursed Sancho!" exclaimed Don Quixote; "