Book, Chapter

 1    1,  24|         maid clapped her hands and cried, "I put one by you, young
 2    1,  25|        TWENTY-FIRST.~We would have cried aloud in our misery but
 3    1,  28|      Clapping her hands softly she cried out, "Oh you witty rogue,
 4    2,  34|             detailed to this duty, cried out, "Right foot first."
 5    2,  38|           elegant extras, the host cried out, "Mars loves a fair
 6    2,  38|   Trimalchio clapped his hands and cried, "Ah me! To think that wine
 7    2,  40|            with a laugh. "Carver," cried Trimalchio, no less delighted
 8    2,  47|        very tiresome, and Phileros cried out, "Let's think about
 9    2,  58|           arm. The whole household cried out, as did also the guests,
10    2,  64|           round a bowl of wine and cried, "May the gods be propitious!"
11    2,  78|        came in. "Farewell, Gaius," cried those going off duty, and "
12    2,  78|           duty, and "Hail, Gaius," cried those coming on. Our hilarity
13    2,  79|            re men." Scintilla also cried out through her tears, calling
14    3,  87|            are wracked by love," I cried aloud, as if I were in a
15    3,  88|            could be mollified," (I cried, with many a groan,) "but
16    3,  90|        neck. 'Tell me, master,' he cried, 'where's the pacer?' ('
17    3,  95|           pity on me, brother," he cried, turning towards me a face
18    3,  95|        inconsistency of it all," I cried, "for I love you still,
19    3,  98| NINETY-FOURTH.~"Happy the mother," cried Eumolpus, "who bore such
20    3, 102|            Dearest of fathers," he cried, "we are entirely in your
21    4, 107|          an ending of your lives," cried Eumolpus. "No! It will be
22    4, 108|           had slept together," she cried, "for a bust of Neptune,
23    4, 116|           the husband! 'Not that,' cried out the lady, no less merciful
24    4, 118|     deserve this from the gods," I cried, "to be united only in death?
25    4, 118|        both. "If nothing else," he cried, "the sea will at least
26    4, 119|           your evil temper now?" I cried. "Where is your unbridled
27    5, 132|            be inert. "My queen," I cried, "do not mock me in my humiliation.
28    5, 135|          Look, Chrysis, look," she cried out, "see what a hare I'
29    5, 138| THIRTY-FOURTH.~"What witches" (she cried,) "have devoured your manhood?
30    5, 138|      priestess came in. "Why," she cried, "what has brought you into
31    5, 142|          me more cruelly still," I cried out; "unhappy wretch that
32    5, 143|    passionately. "I have you," she cried, "just as I hoped I would;
33    5, 144|          myself in better fettle I cried out,) "Great are the gods