Book, Chapter

1    3,  96|   He threw himself upon the pallet and caught sight of Giton,
2    3, 101|      I piled covers upon my pallet, leaving the impression
3    5, 132| that I had merely sought my pallet to take a rest, telling
4    5, 142|  good graces!~At rest on my pallet, night's silence had scarce
5    5, 145|  the lower dens, of clay, a pallet or cot of some sort, over
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