Book, Chapter

1    2,  49| but the devil himself can wipe that out, but chickens always
2    2,  61| bedfellow so no one could wipe his hands on her bosom;
3    4, 113|   arms. It seemed well to wipe out the past with kisses,
4    4, 123| by herself, no avenger to wipe out the stigma~Twin maelstroms
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