Book, Chapter

1    1,  25|       a myrtle-colored frieze robe, and girded round with a
2    1,  25|      that Quartilla, with her robe tucked high, held up her
3    1,  28|  putting her hand beneath his robe, she took hold of his little
4    4, 118| shouted; "restore that sacred robe and holy rattle to the ship!
5    5, 132|    her wrinkled earth-stained robe and flounced off into the
6    5, 153|    more,~A light, transparent robe she wore -- ~From head to