Book, Chapter

1    1,  13|  I snarled, "you rutting pathic harlot, whose very breath
2    1,  27|   hither quickly gather, pathic companions boon;~Artfully
3    5, 148| of the wearied hand; the pathic husband and effeminate bed
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