Book, Chapter

1    4, 124|     s bristling harvest~Grew ripe upon blood and thrust up
2    5, 160|  silk net, trembled like two ripe fruits in the wind, and
3    6     | clearly, are deceived, for a ripe intellect could not be misled.
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