Parte,  Chap.
1   I,        XV|      poor man I am more fit for plasters than for arguments. See
2   I,        XV|      are cured with a couple of plasters, it would not be so bad;
3   I,        XV| beginning to think that all the plasters in a hospital almost won'
4   I,       XVI|  daughter soon covered him with plasters from top to toe, while Maritornes-for
5   I,       XVI|         his bed in spite of his plasters and the pain of his ribs,
6   I,      XVII|        from pure pummelling and plasters. The officer turned to him
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