Book, Chapter

1    2,  35|       astonishment, kissed us thick and fast, voicing his thanks
2    2,  70|       cheese, new wine boiled thick, a snail apiece, a helping
3    4, 106|    make our lips so hideously thick, can we? We can't kink our
4    4, 128|  bruised eyes, her iron fangs thick coated with rust,~Her tongue
5    5, 160| affair." Calonice: "And is it thick, too'?" Lysistrata: "Indeed
6    6     |    pressed flowers, through a thick grove and along limpid streams;