Parte,  Chap.

1   I,       XVI|       to the touch have seemed pebbles in hardness, two sheets
2   I,      XXII|  himself so well but that more pebbles than I could count struck
3   I,         L|      over fine sands and white pebbles that look like sifted gold
4  II,        XI| Quixote on the points of their pebbles. Don Quixote, when he saw
5  II,       XIV|       half a dozen nice smooth pebbles, all of the same weight;
6  II,      XXXV|       with bowels of flint and pebbles; if, thou impudent thief,
7  II,      XXXV|        over the grey and white pebbles, hastened to pay their tribute