Book, Chapter

1    2,  32|  Trimalchio declared they were pouring a libation to his Genius.
2    2,  66| slipped my wind. The sweat was pouring down my crotch, my eyes
3    2,  74|     and then, what should come pouring out of the broken jars but
4    2,  75|      gold rings on my fingers, pouring out coin from a sack for
5    3,  88|        the human propensity of pouring one's personal troubles
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