Book, Chapter

1    1,  16|     at the shoulders of our rustic customer, and was instantly
2    1,  16|   hem of the tunic from the rustic's shoulders, and felt it
3    5, 135| remains, there's hope;~Thou rustic God, oh hear our prayer,~
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