Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,  TransPre|     among them all. Even poor Maritornes, with her deplorable morals,
 2   I,       XVI|      gentleman called?" asked Maritornes the Asturian.~ ~"Don Quixote
 3   I,       XVI|      daughter, and the worthy Maritornes listened in bewilderment
 4   I,       XVI| waiting for his conscientious Maritornes. Sancho was by this time
 5   I,       XVI|   goodness has offered me."~ ~Maritornes was fretting and sweating
 6   I,       XVI|      it must be some brawl of Maritornes', because after calling
 7   I,       XVI|       certain share fell upon Maritornes, who, irritated by the pain
 8   I,       XVI|       he could, grappled with Maritornes, and he and she between
 9   I,      XVII|    him; and the compassionate Maritornes, seeing him so exhausted,
10   I,      XVII|     go on with it, and begged Maritornes to fetch him some wine,
11   I,     XXVII|       of all, and of the good Maritornes, who, sinner as she was,
12   I,     XXXII| landlord, their daughter, and Maritornes, when they saw Don Quixote
13   I,     XXXII|     his wife, their daughter, Maritornes, and all the travellers,
14   I,     XXXII|           That is true," said Maritornes; "and, faith, I relish hearing
15   I,      XXXV| irritation, and her good maid Maritornes backed her up, while the
16   I,    XXXVII|    landlady, her daughter and Maritornes, attracted by the strange,
17   I,   XXXVIII|    hostess, her daughter, and Maritornes were getting Don Quixote
18   I,     XLIII|      daughter and her servant Maritornes, who, knowing the weak point
19   I,     XLIII|       sort, sir knight," said Maritornes at this.~ ~"What then, discreet
20   I,     XLIII|     of your fair hands," said Maritornes, "to enable her to vent
21   I,     XLIII|    love-stricken daughter."~ ~Maritornes felt sure that Don Quixote
22   I,     XLIII|    shall see presently," said Maritornes, and making a running knot
23   I,     XLIII|     Quixote's, for as soon as Maritornes had tied him she and the
24   I,      XLIV|      were outside joined him. Maritornes, who had been by this time
25   I,      XLIV|  Sinner that I am," exclaimed Maritornes, who stood by; "before you
26   I,      XLIV|       and stood still, though Maritornes and the landlady asked him
27   I,      XLIV|  landlord and to the wrath of Maritornes, the landlady, and her daughter,
28   I,       XLV|     her daughter was wailing, Maritornes was weeping, Dorothea was
29   I,       XLV|      immediately caught up by Maritornes and her daughter, calling
30   I,     XLVII| landlady and her daughter and Maritornes to bid Don Quixote farewell,