Parte,  Chap.

1   I,       XIV|     my despair;~ But rather clinging to a cureless woe,~ All
2  II,      XIII|    pair of them fell asleep clinging to the now nearly empty
3  II,     XXXIV| mount a tall oak. As he was clinging to a branch, however, half-way
4  II,       XLI|    Sancho heard the voices, clinging tightly to his master and
5  II,      LXII|    and yellow, his garments clinging tight to him, ungainly,
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