Parte,  Chap.

1   I,  TransPre| which the humour of the book owes its flavour is peculiar
2   I,        IV|   sound; so on that score he owes you nothing."~ ~"The difficulty
3   I,     XXXIV|    thy hard heart its vigour owes.~ Alas for him that under
4  II,      XXXV|   skinned yet for him; if he owes you anything, or you have
5  II,       XLV|  back, but he denies that he owes them, and says I never lent
6  II,      LXVI|     Ought!" said Sancho; "he owes no man anything; he pays