Book, Chapter

1    3,  98|    So saying, he snatched a razor from Eumolpus' servant,
2    3,  98|    of feeling any pain. The razor, it turned out, was untempered
3    4, 107|    you may gather, from his razor, my servant is a barber:
4    4, 112| barber armed himself with a razor and served out the others
5    4, 112|   Giton turned the menacing razor against his own virile parts,
6    4, 112|   held in his hand the same razor with which he had already