Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,        VI|    the poet Homer. This book, gossip, is of authority for two
 2   I,        VI|   question or query."~ ~"Nay, gossip," said the barber, "for
 3   I,        VI|   them; and in the mean time, gossip, do you keep them in your
 4   I,        VI|   Blanco' here! Hand it over, gossip, for in it I reckon I have
 5   I,        VI|     squire Hipolito-in truth, gossip, by right of its style it
 6   I,        VI|   Apollo himself: but get on, gossip, and make haste, for it
 7   I,        VI|     delightful. Give it here, gossip, for I make more account
 8   I,        VI|       mean time do you, senor gossip, keep it shut up in your
 9   I,       VII|  three former days."~ ~"Hush, gossip," said the curate; "please
10   I,     XXXIV|       might not give food for gossip to her servants; and she
11  II,        II|    the barber, "You will see, gossip, that when we are least
12  II,       XIV|      Cecial, my neighbour and gossip?"~ ~"Why, to be sure I am!"
13  II,       XIV|     squire; "Tom Cecial I am, gossip and friend Sancho Panza;
14  II,        XV|       task, and Tom Cecial, a gossip and neighbour of Sancho
15  II,        XV|     might not be known by his gossip when they met, fitted on
16  II,       XVI| monstrous enormous nose of my gossip, Tom Cecial?"~ ~"And dost
17  II,       XVI|     his squire Tom Cecial thy gossip?"~ ~"I don't know what to
18  II,       XVI|     and his squire so like my gossip, Tom Cecial? And if that
19  II,       XVI|       Samson Carrasco and thy gossip in order to snatch the glory
20  II,       XXV|         Pay me for good news, gossip; your ass has turned up.' '
21  II,       XXV|        That I will, and well, gossip,' said the other; 'but tell
22  II,       XXV|     to the other, 'Look here, gossip; a plan has occurred to
23  II,       XXV|   Ever so little did you say, gossip?' said the other; 'by God,
24  II,       XXV|    excellent plan, I declare, gossip, and worthy of your great
25  II,       XXV|       loser, 'Is it possible, gossip, that it was not my ass
26  II,       XXV|    Well then, I can tell you, gossip,' said the ass's owner, '
27  II,       XXV|       more justly than to me, gossip,' said the inventor of the
28  II,       XXV|      bray to such perfection, gossip, I count the trouble I have
29  II,       XXV|          It's in a good hand, gossip,' said the other; 'if the