Book, Chapter

1    4, 103| door, and a sailor with a bristling beard stood upon the threshold. "
2    4, 124|  to repletion and earth's bristling harvest~Grew ripe upon blood
3    4, 127|   firm step a passage the bristling~Grim ice fields across!
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