Parte,  Chap.

1   I,      XVII|     Sancho?"~ ~"How can I sleep, curses on it!" returned Sancho
2   I,    XXVIII|          upon himself a thousand curses hereafter should he fail
3   I,       XLI|          fortune, or perhaps the curses which the Moor had hurled
4   I,        LI|   Leandra is not heard. Here one curses her and calls her capricious,
5  II,       VII|      like burnished steel.~ ~The curses which both housekeeper and
6  II,      XIII|       faces, which is one of the curses God laid on our first parents."~ ~"
7  II,       XIX|         thou driving at, Sancho? curses on thee!" said Don Quixote; "
8  II,       XXX| discomfiture to him and abundant curses muttered between his teeth
9  II,     LXVII|         of lovers always ends in curses. I had no hopes to give