Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,  TransPre|       was more disastrous. In a garden outside the city on the
 2   I,  TransPre|         the poor fellows in the garden were exulting in the thought
 3   I,  TransPre|     bronze statue in the little garden of the Plaza de las Cortes,
 4   I,        VI|        the same that wrote 'The Garden of Flowers,' and truly there
 5   I,       XXI|      sleeps, which looks upon a garden, and at which he has already
 6   I,    XXXIII|      protects and prizes a fair garden full of roses and flowers,
 7   I,        XL|     will find me in my father's garden, which is at the Babazon
 8   I,        XL|     thyself acquainted with the garden; and when I see thee walking
 9   I,        XL|       was going to her father's garden, but that before she went
10   I,        XL|        Zoraida was to go to the garden she gave us a thousand crowns
11   I,        XL|        to find out her father's garden at once, and by all means
12   I,       XLI|         crossbow shots from the garden where Zoraida was waiting;
13   I,       XLI|        he would go to Zoraida's garden and ask for fruit, which
14   I,       XLI|       hang about Hadji Morato's garden, waiting for me there until
15   I,       XLI|         therefore, to go to the garden and try if I could speak
16   I,       XLI|         me what I wanted in his garden, and to whom I belonged.
17   I,       XLI|         out of the house in the garden, and as Moorish women are
18   I,       XLI|        the fence or wall of the garden, and were gathering the
19   I,       XLI|   concealed by the trees of the garden, turning to me with her
20   I,       XLI|        I will come back to this garden for herbs if need be, for
21   I,       XLI|         I made the round of the garden at my ease, and studied
22   I,       XLI|         spoke to Zoraida in the garden, the renegade anchored his
23   I,       XLI| hastened towards Hadji Morato's garden, and as good luck would
24   I,       XLI|      and hearing a noise in the garden, came to the window, and
25   I,       XLI|      and had not brought to the garden, he was still more amazed,
26  II,      VIII|         door, or the grate of a garden; for any beam of the sun
27  II,     XXXVI|     they betook themselves to a garden where they were to dine,
28  II,     XXXVI|        towards them through the garden two men clad in mourning
29  II,     XXXVI|   turned and marched out of the garden to the same notes and at
30  II,   XXXVIII|  musicians there filed into the garden as many as twelve duennas,
31  II,       XLI|    suddenly there came into the garden four wild-men all clad in
32  II,       XLI|    aside among the trees of the garden and seizing both his hands
33  II,       XLI|       tearfully on those in the garden, bade them help him in his
34  II,       XLI|       an hour since we left the garden, believe me we must have
35  II,       XLI|         duchess, and all in the garden were listening to the conversation
36  II,       XLI|      all, had vanished from the garden, and those that remained
37  II,       XLI|  finding themselves in the same garden from which they had started,
38  II,       XLI|         when at one side of the garden they perceived a tall lance
39  II,       XLI|      fallen prostrate about the garden did the same, with such
40  II,       XLI|    having ever stirred from the garden. Such, in short, was the
41  II,      XLIV|       looked out on a beautiful garden, and as he did so he perceived
42  II,      XLIV|      walking and talking in the garden. He set himself to listen
43  II,      XLVI|     persons were walking in the garden; and having passed his fingers