Book, Chapter

1    1,   5|     they cry, "I received these wounds while fighting for the public
2    1,  30| hastened to our inn and, as our wounds turned out to be trifling,
3    4, 108|      hare still course;~And old wounds ache most poignantly in
4    4, 112|         and more, bleeding from wounds, retreated, as from a real
5    4, 125|      thirsting~And tear ghastly wounds: mangled earth sinks to
6    4, 128|      Deep scarred by innumerous wounds 'neath her helmet blood-clotted.~
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