Book, Chapter

1    1,  13|        I heard this, I shook my fists in Ascyltos' face, "What
2    1,  13|     bristle up and, shaking his fists more boldly still, he roared: "
3    1,  15|         achieved, clenching his fists again and again, he charged
4    4, 112|         quarter, but I shook my fists in Tryphaena's face, and
5    4, 112|       to battle with their bare fists, nor was the scolding of
6    5, 160| enthusiastically. Thanks to the fists of his companions, he had