Book, Chapter

1    1,  15| caresses, nor even tears could move him. Thereupon my "brother"
2    3,  98|        was not looking for any move of that kind then, having
3    4, 111|        eyes and, what ought to move you more strongly still,
4    5, 140|        in uproar and confusion move~The Stars, in dread, their
5    5, 142|      the next it is torture to move,~It irks me again to turn
6    5, 154|  tearing up the pavement, they move along the streets with the
7    5, 154|       The baggage and wardrobe move in the front, and are immediately