Book, Chapter

1    1,  15| silence and to put up with the abuse, so I smiled at my calamity,
2    1,  15|     she could load us with the abuse which we deserved at her
3    2,  62|        heard it, he turned his abuse upon the boy. "What's so
4    2,  78|        flew into a rage at her abuse and threw a wine cup at
5    3,  89|       I flare up, whenever the abuse of handsome boys was even
6    5, 136|       my resentment by natural abuse," I mused, "what does it
7    6     |    insults, though they endure abuse, very rarely do these beings,