Book, Chapter

1    1,   9|     of arms-bearing Tritonis smile~Upon him, or land which
2    1,  24| Giton himself could resist a smile, especially when the little
3    2,  82|      pure wool. Then, with a smile, "Take care, Stychus, that
4    5, 131|     so be witchingly did she smile that I seemed to see the
5    5, 138|  when even mourners ought to smile!" "OEnothea," the old hag
6    5, 160|     that sphinx-like mouth a smile trembled, faint as the dying
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