Book, Chapter

1    1,  30|    you shameless woman," he bawled; "what do you mean by making
2    2,  53| What the hell," he suddenly bawled out, "this hog hain't been
3    2,  61|     joke, sheep's-head," he bawled, "Don't our host's swell
4    2,  72|   doubt, by his own master, bawled suddenly in a singsong voice, "
5    4, 109|   off his hair, did he?" he bawled, "and at dead of night,
6    4, 119|   finish this sentence," he bawled; "the poem labors to its