Parte,  Chap.

1   I,       XXI|       I know it will never be rubbed out of my memory any more
2   I,      XLIV|      reared you."~ ~The youth rubbed his sleepy eyes and stared
3  II,     XXIII| conceive. I opened my eyes, I rubbed them, and found I was not
4  II,     XXXII|      the damsel with the soap rubbed his beard briskly, raising
5  II,      LIII|     turning to water."~ ~They rubbed him down, fetched him wine
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