Book, Chapter

1    4, 109| dragged them away from her, reeking with wine and perfumes,
2    4, 127|    fleets! Now his cavalry, reeking with German~Gore, pours
3    5, 140|     The Harpies, too, whose reeking pinions held~That poison
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