Parte,  Chap.

1   I,        IV|    all through the storm of sticks that rained on him never
2   I,        XV| them, such a great storm of sticks as has fallen upon our shoulders?"~ ~"
3   I,        XV|     my shoulders with their sticks in such style that they
4  II,       XII|   your worship's shrewdness sticks to me; land that, of itself,
5  II,    XXXVII|     the rice even though it sticks.'"~ ~"These squires," returned
6  II,    LXVIII|    upon us all at once like sticks on a dog,' and God grant
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