Book, Chapter

1    2,  48|       t. How the drought does hang on! We've had famine for
2    2,  48|  keeps a fast, no one cares a hang about Jupiter: they all
3    2,  56|     him, Trimalchio said, "Go hang yourself, since you're so
4    3,  98|       locked in, I decided to hang myself, and had already
5    4, 116| dearest to me; I would rather hang the dead than slay the living!'
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