Book, Chapter

1    5, 137|  from off my tortured mind,~Forgive a light offense! When fortune
2    5, 141| gods and geese with them!" "Forgive me, young man," said OEnothea,
3    5, 141|    you, pray to the gods to forgive your sacrilege!"~The rich
4    5, 160|    As for Nossis, Adrasteia forgive me. I don't want to talk
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