Parte,  Chap.

1   I,        XX|      strange silence, the dull confused murmur of those trees, the
2   I,        XX|     ceaseless strokes may have confused thy wits."~ ~"All that may
3   I,       XXX|        your highness should be confused and embarrassed in telling
4  II,     XXXIV|     did not lose them with the confused din of so many instruments.
5  II,     XXXIV|      made up together a din so confused and terrific that Don Quixote
6  II,     XXXVI| somewhat put out by this dull, confused, martial harmony, especially
7  II,      XLIX|    that," said Sancho.~ ~"I am confused just now, sirs," said the
8  II,      LXVI|       to a cat, my wits are so confused and upset."~ ~With this